Personal Narrative: The Beginning Of Individuality

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English Essay #1
23 September
The Beginning of Individuality It has been a week since the tragedy. I’m not quite used to the new lifestyle. I miss my friends and family, but I can’t do anything about it. My job is quite bland and I haven’t gotten to know much of the people there. I will explain what I have been going through. I can’t keep my mind off my old life and how much I miss it.. The people I work with all act the same and I don’t get how they do it. I have no idea where my friends are nor my family.
They were one of the most important things in my life. I hope they are alright and don’t have a horrible job. I miss my family and my hobbies. I miss being able to go places with my friends and have fun. I don’t

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