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The street lights of NewYork lit up a deep orangish color, some not working or flickering slightly. I felt like the flickering was morse code for "run for your life." Because very inch of this place gave off a bad vibe. The air was thick with humidity and a splash of faint cigarette smell. I've been told repeatedly not to take the Bronx as a short cut, and that I was crazy to even think about roaming the Bronx alone. The appearance of the Bronx's definitely was intimidating, with barred windows and shattered beer glass covering no-longer green grass. I always wondered who could live in such a place, or even going as far as considering living here. I feel bad for the people who do find them selfs living in this place. Would hearing gunshots pound threw the air and seeing drug dealers and pimps on every corner be like a everyday thing? The question seeped threw my brain. I probably looked Foreign to these streets but going through the Bronx made my walk take much less time, but was it worth being filled to the brim with fear every step I took on the cracked pavement be worth it? I don't know. But the drug dealers and barred windows weren't the worst thing. There's always rumors that weave there way through the streets of Manhattan that aliens live in the Bronx. I never thought I'd be saying something so ridiculous, or believing it. They say their car-sized and viscous, some say they rip out people's throats without remourse...Aliens. I gulped a lump in my throat at the thought. But a wise person once said don't believe everything you hear...

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The street lights of NewYork lit up a deep orangish color, some not working or flickering slightly. I felt like the flickering was morse code for "run for your life." Because very inch of this place gave off a bad vibe. The air was thick with humidity and a splash of faint cigarette smell. I've been told repeatedly not to take the Bronx as a short cut, and that I was crazy to even think about roaming the Bronx alone. The appearance of the Bronx's definitely was intimidating, with barred windows and shattered beer glass covering no-longer green grass. I always wondered who could live in such a place, or even going as far as considering living here. I feel bad for the people who do find them selfs living in this place. Would hearing gunshots pound threw the air and seeing drug dealers and pimps on every corner be like a everyday thing? The question seeped threw my brain. I probably looked Foreign to these streets but going through the Bronx made my walk take much less time, but was it worth being filled to the brim with fear every step I took on the cracked pavement be worth it? I don't know. But the drug dealers and barred windows weren't the worst thing. There's always rumors that weave there way through the streets of Manhattan that aliens live in the Bronx. I never thought I'd be saying something so ridiculous, or believing it. They say their car-sized and viscous, some say they rip out people's throats without remourse...Aliens. I gulped a lump in my throat at the thought. But a wise person once said don't believe everything you hear...

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