Personal Narrative

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Living in the past is like a moment of hesitation before driving through a green light. You can move forward, but you stop yourself anyway. One weekend during the summer, I was in North Carolina visiting family. It was exciting being back in my hometown. I was looking forward to spending time with my best friend, because I had not seen her since I moved to Georgia. I arrived at her house and was there for five minutes, when suddenly her boyfriend called suggesting that she should go with him to the mall. I told her I did not want to go because I refused to be the third wheel, but she explained that I had the wrong idea and wanted me to come along. To my dismay, we spent the entire day at the mall. I was angry because everything turned

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