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Personal Narrative: Do Not Touch
One time I was at the mall and I saw this guy who was dressed in dark jeans and a graphic t-shirt. He had crazy hair and piercings. He was with a group of friends that looked just like him. I judged him and thought he was probably a trouble maker. He then walked over to the piano that sits in the middle of the walkway in the mall, it has a big “Do not Touch” sign on it. I was just wondering what kind of prank he would pull or when mall security was going to show up. Then he lifted up the lid and scooted the bench up to the piano. Then he started playing; he was playing the most beautiful song I had ever heard. It gave me chills. The whole way home all I could do was think about him and how sorry I had been to judge him.
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