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Essay On The Bulls

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While they were on their way to 42nd Street, they passed numerous Humvees, M1 Tanks and countless NYPD vehicles patrolling the boroughs. Fortunately, they were being escorted by the military, expediting their journey. At some point, the soldiers dropped them off on the corner of 42nd street and drove North West toward 9th Avenue.
Not even five minutes had passed when the Humvee came to an abrupt stop and the soldiers exited the vehicle. Rapid gunfire ensued. Then, one of the MP’s threw a grenade, which pretty much captured the essence of thunder in a canister – but in this instance – it was up close and personal.
Accordingly, the street rattled beneath Tovi and John’s feet, glass trembled in nearby high-rises and shattered windows closest …show more content…

“You might want to get used to it. I have a feeling this will be our new norm,” John said.
He scanned the area; the streets—deserted with no traffic or people to speak of except for a young woman—holding a sign that read,
The world will end on a Thursday.
Love,
A True Believer
“Looks like she lost her marbles,” Tovi said and laughed.
They moved on. After walking another block, Tovi sighed, “These blocks are too long. Are we there yet it?”
“Nope, but we’re getting close.” Tovi stopped, removed her backpack and copped a squat on the sidewalk. “Break time.”
He grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her up to her feet, “Come on, we don’t have much farther to go.”
“I’m tired of walking,” she grumbled, dragging her feet like a disgruntled child. Then, all of a sudden, she took off jogging with her arms open, and then spun around.
During her sprint, John walked toward her, shaking his head. “Where are you running off to?” he asked with his forehead creased and an eyebrow raised.
“Finally,” she yelled, “I can walk in peace without anyone shoving or bumping into me,” she smiled from ear-to-ear. Once again, she spun around. Her arms splayed and she slammed into the shoulders of a couple walking hastily toward her. It seems the husband had a death grip on a pricey camera that he wore over his shoulder. Meanwhile, his wife’s eyes jittered so fast, it made Tovi cross-eyed.
She kept repeating, “I want to go home – I want to go home – I want to go home,” as her husband shushed her.

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