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When I get back in from recess I’m going to my cubby just to look at my watch again. I can’t stop looking at it bro, it’s so pretty. but as I reach into my backpack, I notice it’s not there. I search all throughout my cubby and it’s not there. I’m starting to panic. where’s my watch? I told my dad I’ll guard it with my life and now I just lost it. I come to the conclusion that somebody took it. had to be the kid with the superman action figure. I bet he was just jealous.
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7. I told my teacher that I lost my watch and she sat everybody in the room down and softly interrogated everybody. “Now class does anybody know where Bobby’s watch is? It is very valuable and important to him, and I need whoever took it to give it up immediately. if you give it up now there won’t be any consequences.”
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