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When I wake up this is the place I see, this is the city belong to. Los Angeles is the place that houses all of my friends and all of my enemies. This is the city that made me who I am. The scenery rarely changes but the weather is another story. One day it can be raining and freezing cold and the next it will be sunny. Figuring out what to wear in this place is probably the hardest thing there is, besides trying to find fun things to do. The only problem in this city is that there is so much to do, but my friends and I are not old enough yet (well some of them). Any ways in order to get anywhere we have to drive pretty far, but I guess that’s okay because we all have our licenses. Having my license made living here a whole lot better. I have this map in my head, I can figure out where I am and where I need to go. If I am given cross street I can pretty much get myself there. The only thing is my mom doesn’t really let me go wherever I want so most of the times I see the same scenery and the same people day after day. The days are usually all the same nothing exciting ever really happens. But I love this place and I don’t think I want to leave.
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