Personal Narrative-Toxicanic Conventions

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But she fortified herself with the fact that Navy SEALs never give up. Well, she thought, hardly ever anyway. “Can you at least set us up in the barrels again? It’s really awkward down here on the floor. It’s wet and smells fishy. Really, you shouldn’t have put us in plastic barrels with no weight in the bottom in the first place. They were a tipping hazard from the get-go.” Earl piped up saying, “And you may as well figure on reapplying the sunscreen everywhere. I clearly felt it get rubbed off my nose, but it may have come off other places too.” Manuel spat. “I’ll set you up, Shelby. And I’ll make sure I put plenty of weight in the barrels too so there won’t be a tipping hazard. Earl, yeah, no problem. I’ll reapply everywhere.” He set the barrels back up. “Now, there are actually little ledges in the barrels so when I get you in, you can sit.” …show more content…

Manuel shrugged. “Well, I was in kind of a hurry—there were people on the docks—and I didn’t think of it, okay? You know, you guys can be so demanding. I have to think of everything. Okay, ladies first.” He picked up Shelby and helped her climb into the barrel. Shelby wasn’t fooled by his sudden gallantry. But it was more comfortable sitting on the ledge. “And now Earl.” He did the same for

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