The FireMy Dad went in a little aeroplane. My Dad went to look at the fire. I was worried about the fire. It looked like blanket. The smoke was at my school. I was worried about myself. I didn't like the smoke. By Olivia
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Great writing Olivia.
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I LOVE YOUR STORY OLVIA
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