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Come Fly With Me Narrative Essay

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As I lay on the side of a pothole filled road, leaking through my torn Kevlar jacket. I graze my neck with my index finger. Then run my finger across a slit running across my neck from the right side of my carbon fiber helmet to my left shoulder. I imagine a better place. Maybe dinner tonight with my pretty lady and some deep dish sausage and onion pizza. I see Frank Sinatra with pulled back brown hair, a top hat and a black suit with a red bow tie standing on a stage. He starts singing, "Come Fly with Me".
My first love story may not be like the typical Romeo and Juliet, but hey to say the least it is a love story and "MY" love story. Now, I have never had a girlfriend. Until I met her at the age of sixteen.
She was an alright little darling, about a seven on a scale of one to ten. She was smart, skinny, and had a moderate look in the daylight. Maybe if you saw her at night after a few cocktails she would look better. I could have asked the old man in the clouds for better, but she would be just right. Sadowski 2
We met in Illinois near a hotel 8, strip club filled town called Rockford. The sight of crackheads on each corner improved her attractive level significantly. She was a pale skinned blonde girl from, Ohio, with a tattoo of the American flag across her wrist, about six inches in length. After small talk she gave me her phone number. Joy rushed through my body, I finally felt happy for once.
We met the next day for about fifteen minutes. She drove over

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