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Personal Narrative: Justin's Story

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For the rest of lunch, I thought about Justin’s story. I wasn’t sure I entirely believed it because Justin was known for telling outlandish stories. The thought, however, remained fixed in his mind. Maybe I wasn’t the only one seeing or experiencing unusual things. Maybe something really strange was going on in East Bay. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the folded paper from my Economics class. While no one was looking, I quickly wrote—Old man at Lake Willowberry—I then circled it and attached it to one of the branches before quickly shoving the paper back into my pocket.
The rest of the school day seemed to fly on by. In Spanish, two more girls braved the courage to ask me to the homecoming dance. One told me she was a psychic and that

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