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Personal Narrative: Our Way To The Lake House

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“Dad, can we, can we, can we?” that is what my brother and I have been asking our dad for the past two days that our family has been the lake house. I’m not just talking about my parents and my brother and I, I mean the whole Sauer family, Uncle Craig, Uncle Shane, Grandma, Grandpa, our cousins Lexine, Cassidy, and molly. Yeah, the whole Sauer family, but that’s not important. The real story starts here… We were on our way to the lake house, It was the darkest part of the night the music in our car was blaring. I rolled the window down and I could hear the air flying passed our car,I rolled the window up and I could hear the turkeys make their annoying sounds. I could see the bugs splatting against the windshield SMACK SMACK, and my dad
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