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Personal Narrative-Invasion Of Los Angeles
Invasion of Los Angeles
Los Angeles,California,City of Angels,Entertainment Capital of the World.
This is where I was born and raised. All I can say is that I am proud of being an Angeleno. Good weather,second largest market in the
US,uniqueness,and most of all good sports teams. Now if some madmen were to come over and take over LA. Then,obviously it would seem as the worst thing imaginable. The question is would I pretty much let these madmen come over and ruin the way we live or take some action?
I am proud of the city,in which I came from that I wouldn't let anyone try to change my lifestyle or the lifestyle of others. How would I do that? I would do this by letting them make their laws that end up taking basic rights,and I would be among
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