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Personal Narrative: I Am A Republican

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Until I was in eighth grade, I believed I was a republican. Pursuing the ideas thrown in my direction like softballs in a fast pitch game, what it meant to be a republican seemed pretty great. The upper class thriving, spending less and saving more, living for oneself, all making an America that soared, my father could tell me it all, and that was all that I needed to hear. Like a glimmering, sunshiney day, FOX news could play, and I would pretend that everything sounded great. That is, at least, with closed eyes and shuttered ears, only hearing what my dad wanted me to hear. But at this point in my life, I had never had much an opinion of my own. My news sources being seventeen magazine and the supercutesupertrendy quizzes that it consisted

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