Personal Narrative: What Are I Doing In My Car

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there. When I looked around there was no cars in the parking lot. I went in there and saw the same guy who told me that my patent are dead.

"What are you doing in my car?"I asked him with anger.

"Waiting for you to tell you something, in your car

" he said rudely. I looked at him with anger on my face.

"I know where your parents are. We kidnapped them with your sister. So, if you want to live happily you have to give $10000 Dollars.”

"What are you talking about?" I said nervously and scared too. So then he repeated the whole thing again and left. I went home and decided to leave the house I’m in right now because it’s old and that guy that has no sense of fashion will chase me around. So, I packed all my clothes and I had

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