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Personal Narrative: My Red Colored Pencil

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In 4th grade we were coloring something, I don’t remember what, and I dropped my red colored pencil. It had rolled under a shelf and I decided to get it. Once I reached my hand under the shelf I had stabbed my arm on a nail sticking out. Not knowing this, I yanked my arm out and cut my arm so deep you could see the bone inside my arm. I learned that you can’t go sticking your arm in random places without checking.
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