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Submitted to Contest #43
Before, I was proud to say I was an American. I stood up strong in front of others, both my feet planted into the floor, and I looked around, embracing my country. Now, I am embarrassed. It was a normal Sunday morning, the sounds of the church bells ringing mixed with the sound of traffic. Police sirens could be heard in the distance, slowly fading away as they got closer and closer to their destination. Remember, this was America. It was the busiest time in New York, making it hard to get to work because of tourists clutte...
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