Fiji story
This is one paragraph of my story. This story is about when i went on a trip to Fiji. Im proud of the personification the i used in my writing.
Fiji
The wheels thomped on the tarmac. The wind pushed on the plane. The plane slowed down with mighty Force. I looked outside.I could see the sun scorching and the heat rising from the tarmac. I could still hear the engine roaring.We walked out of the aircraft.We walked through customs and people were singing the bulla song.We hopped into a taxi and we drove to the Hilton.
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