Tuesday, September 6, 2011
“The Contents of the Dead Man’s Pocket” Minute Paragraph
In a minute of my life I tripped on my shoelaces and fell on my face. Before it happened I took a last look at all of my third grade friends. As I'm falling I begin to realize what the outcome of my fall will be. I knew I was going to hurt myself. I woke up with a black eye, a scarred eyebrow, and a fat lip. It was not fun at all.
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This was a very good post. I can imagine myself doing that too.
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