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Saturday Night-Personal Narrative
I created an avatar wearing a hoodie and comfortable sweat pants. I used the hoodie and sweats to represent that I like dressing comfortable and also to represent that I was born and raised in Chicago. When I was styling my face I made sure that my hair was black and my skin tone was a light brown to represent my Indian heritage. I chose my avatar to be reading because I love to read. It says true story and I like to believe that the books I read are a true story. In my other bitmoji it says “Saturday Night” and while I do love my saturday nights, I chose the bitmoji because in the background there is a city life scenery. This scenery represents my love for New York. One of my biggest dream - since I was five years old- is to live in New York
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