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Personal Narrative Essay: Another Day On The Street

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It wasn't a dream. I thought maybe I was just dreaming about yet another day on the streets, it's probably been a few months now, but I knew it was real from the pain in my back. I still have all my belongings so I know that I haven't been robbed. It's freezing out here and the last meal I had was a few days ago, and that was only a piece of bread. I hope it doesn't rain because I don't think I can take another day soaking wet in the cold. I wish I had some money, maybe then I would be able to get some proper clothes and a decent meal, but I doubt I'll get that much from a daily begging. Not many give money to someone like me, a poor street urchin. My clothes are ragged and my skin is dirty. I used to steal things for Fagin and Bill Sykes
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