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 Go to the Mall
When I was a baby I lived in Kuwait. One day my two sisters and I went to the mall with my mom and my nanny. I have two older sisters and I am the youngest. My sister, the one who pinches my checks, her name is Nicole. My other sister is named Michelle. When we were walking through the mall, suddenly, I lay down on the floor and I cried loudly. My nanny had to pick me up and go where my mom was going. I wanted to go home. Then I started to nag at my mom. I wanted to say, “Mommy I want to go home!!” but I was only a baby, so I talked baby-talk. Then my mom said, “Ok, we will go home.” We went home. Then I felt better. I liked to play at home with a friend and without a friend, because I can play my games all by myself. 
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