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Personal Narrative-The Mysterious Mustache Man

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The Mysterious Mustache Man It was a fresh day. Manhattan was very foggy and misty. The lights turned on in the buildings. The fog covered half of the Empire State Building. The air felt chilly and breathable. I could feel the moist air touching my skin. The tranquil morning was suddenly loud. I could hear people constantly talking in their warm, snuggly rooms. I could see the blazing bright street lights, shining on me. The fog was very spooky. During the morning of the foggy day, I saw a short and mysterious man. He had a black suit, with a hood on, clouding his face. Since I could not see his face, I had to keep my eyes on him. I could only see his mustache. It was shaped... as a hair comb! He carried a

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