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Personal Narrative: The Immigrant The Streets Of New York

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After Twenty Years Here I am sitting in a jail cell talking to my cellmate Billy. I should be roaming the streets of New York. This arrest came very unexpectedly to me. I never thought my friend would do this to me. Billy asked, ¨So how did you get arrested?¨ Twenty years ago I moved from New York, where I grew up to Chicago. Before I left Jimmy Wells, ¨my best chum¨, and I made plans to meet again in twenty years at ¨Big Joe Brady 's¨. As I told my friend Jimmy I would be at ¨Big Joe Brady 's¨, I was. But there was no longer a ¨Big Joe Brady 's¨, so I just stood in front of a hardware store where the restaurant used to be. While I was waiting for Jimmy, I saw a police officer checking the streets. He came up to me and

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