Personal Narrative On Gerald's Deaths

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I couldn’t imagine all of the pain and suffering Gerald must have felt losing aunt queen, especially in the way she died. If I ever walked in my house and seen someone I loved and cared about lying out on the floor, I will feel depressed and astounded. Unlike Monique, when she heard that her mother died, it seems she didn’t show any emotions . She only cared about Gerald moving in with her and her abusive boy friend, Jordan. I never really liked Jordan, especially the way he acted towards Aunt queen when he appeared in the fifth chapter. After a couple of days staying with Monique and Jordan, Gerald finally figured out why angel kept the stockings on in the sixth chapter. I already knew that there were something mysterious about the stockings,

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