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Descriptive Essay About Sunday Night

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Sunday Night How Alice made it through the madness of Wonderland is something I’ll never understand. My Sunday had already been a topsy-turvy nightmare since the moment I woke up: Texts from people who had no business having my number, a family emergency that called me away from my lover, and the desperate need of an actual shower--morning sex is good and all but not when you’ve left your honey lavender body wash at home. So when the red and blue swirl of cop lights blinded me through my rearview window, I knew we—my sister and her friend were in the car as well—were fucked. The more I think back on that night, the more ironic it seems. Around 9:30PM my sister, Valerie, her friend, Paris, and I left the John C. Hitt Library. We had spent the last four hours doing homework and more. We were all tired, but still not ready to go home. So I suggested we go to Oviedo on the Park. A cute destination when you’re looking for aesthetic—a lake with a fountain in the center, swan paddle boats that rest gracefully on the water, and shops either in the making or already open. We didn’t stay at the park for long because of how late it was and not wanting to be out late at night. Three black females alone late at night in a black Jeep Patriot that I’ve nicknamed the Juggernaut (nobody knows that but me) didn’t sound like the makings of a Disney movie. After making a left turn onto Alafaya, we all knew it was just a matter of minutes (no more than five) before we were back home. It was

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