Personal Narrative-Electomy

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I spent most of my childhood years miniature town called Spring. We had an itty bitty house and lived on an extremely long street with a sinister name.... Ambler.... Moving on. The roofs were super easy to get on and my brother and I always dreamed of getting onto the roofs. We sat on our beds for hours at a time planning it all out. But mothers "always know best." But I guess sometimes they do. I moved into that sinister street and itty bitty house when I was 6. It was my 12th birthday when we decided to hop up on the roof. My mother was gone and he said "we'll only be up there fer a bit. Aint' gonna be a problem" He flashed me a thumbs up. So I hesitantly got up there, too afraid to look down. My brother came second. But it wasn't until

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