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Personal Narrative: Charlie's Third Day In San Francisco
Two days, six hours, eleven minutes, and twenty-two….twenty-three seconds. Charlie keeps track of how long she’s been in San Francisco, California since the moment her feet touched the ground. At first, she only conversed with people when asking for directions, but today was different. It was her third day in San Francisco, and she was ready to try and make friends. It was easy enough to start a conversation, she got compliments as she walked down the road about her styles, tattoos, piercings, and more. Instead of just lowering her head and rushing off, she was going to smile and say thank you before she attempted to speak with
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