





by Anna Hope L.Texas, KUHT
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I speed to the door. Bam! I slam face first into glass. Dazed, I stare as the cab pulls away. What am I going to do? I am left at this restaurant to eat leftovers, 
and my family is going to TIMES SQUARE. I want to go too!