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Personal Narrative: A City In Virgiana

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I see a ton at night with lots of bright lights shining from the buildings. I see a pretty sunset in the back and the clouds are kind if a cobalt blue. I see one building in the middle of the city that kind of makes me think of a theatre. I see trees on the sidewalk. I see a lot of grass by what I think is a theatre. I see a lot of cars zipping through the highway. I think this is in Chicago because it looks like a big city like Chicago. I also think this might be a city in Virgiana because that 's where Taylor 's dad lives and she goes there a lot. I would like to go here because it would be fun to look at restaurants and stores. I see a another city between an open space in the others buildings. I see a

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