Personal Narrative: Fried Dog

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When we get to the vet, my parents explain that they think the dog is their daughter, and just like we all imagined, they thought they were nuts. My mom tries convincing the doctor just to take a look at me, but he refuses, and kicks us out. Not knowing what to do, everyone just starts looking at each other blankly. My sister being very bored wants to play truth and dare but she realizes she can’t play with a dog. Wanting her sister back badly, she starts thinking harder than she had ever thought. Finally she comes to her senses and remembers our game of truth or dare and how I had to eat fried dog heart. Getting anxious, she told my parents her idea and we head to Dogs Diner as fast as we can. We get there, and my dad quickly orders the fried

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