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Personal Narrative: The Number Of Homelessness In New York
I was strolling on the streets of New York City on my way to work as a science teacher at New York City Schools. I glared at the homeless people on the streets pondering, how did they get there? When I was younger there were many people living on the streets. Now that it is 2052 and I'm forty-two years old, the number of homeless people increased rapidly. I'm hoping I never end up like them. Eventually, I got to school and I went to my class. Like every day, I take a glimpse from the door and all twenty-three students were loud, throwing paper, and talking. I immediately went inside and yelled at them. For the rest of the day, I dealt with rambunctious kids.

Once I started leaving the school I had a humongous headache. I was just ready

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