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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF HOLIDAY  

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AUTOBIOGRAPHY I could feel the warm blood trickling down the side of my face. I could almost taste the sour liquid trying to tackle my taste buds and trying to feed my body with fear. I could see all the other people gathering around me trying to see what was going on. Then I was out. I was looking forward to going just like the last eight times. I love going to Pakistan. Meeting my family and friends, enjoying the hot weather and going to the mountains. We went on British airways from Heathrow airport. It took 7 hours to get there, the seven longest hours of my life. I kept on counting how many hours were left, 4 hours to go, 3 hours, 2 hours, 1 hour. Slowly the time went by and then we landed. This is my favourite part of the journey. As soon as we got...

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