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Personal Narrative: What It Means To Grow Up
On September 13th, 2014, I was tragically swept off my feet by an enticing junior. The experience was thrilling; my freshman eyes were in awe of the admiration that he was bestowing upon me. Officially earning the title of “girlfriend” on November 8th led to my heart leap cheerily even more. Fortunately, all throughout our lives we have those who unconditionally love us and constantly feed us the truth we need to hear, even when we do not want it. Luckily for me, my parents proudly take that role. From the moment this mesmerizing boy walked into my life, I had been unable to see past the gaze that googly eyes give you. The impaired vision was blurred even more every time he caused me to cry. Red eyes and a stuffy nose became a normal part
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