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Personal Narrative: New York City
As I looked into my boyfriends eyes out in 30 degree weather, in a city we have never been to, I realized how lucky I was to be celebrating my birthday in this one of a kind place, New York City. Two eighteen-year-old kids exploring this wonderful and large city all by ourselves. What could possibly go wrong? The subway got closed down unexpectedly when we needed to get back to our hotel room in order to make it on time to the untold musical story of the Wizard of OZ, “Wicked” so, we decided to just walk from Chinatown to Manhattan (where the hotel we were staying at was). Although it was a long and tiring walk, we enjoyed ourselves with all the blankets of snow covering the streets. It was our first time seeing snow. After we got back,
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