Personal Narrative: My House In Bear Country

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I woke up in the middle of the night with my head throbbing in a place I did not know how I got here then I remembered the last thing I did remember is a bear right next to my and then sirens wailing and people saying “I don’t think he can handle it here in bear country” and another saying “We should just take him to New york” “That is a wonderful idea!" the first one said, then I blacked out. Now I knew and now I just wished I wasn't New York and at my house in bear country. I was very far from home. The next day I was walking in the streets (on the sidewalk.) and a hagg walked up to me and said he was blind and I did not believe him then I saw his eyes and then he said “Are you from around here I don’t think you are because your shoes

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