





by Anna Hope L.
Texas, KUHT
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Thousands of boots hit the pavement as mobs of
people surged up and down the street. I felt like I was
in a washing machine, tossed and turned by jostling
strangers. Bathed in sweat and cigarette smoke, I
cringed at the wild shouts of laughter, honking cars, and
screeching brakes.
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