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Personal Narrative-It Was Always Smooth Jazz Music

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There was always smooth jazz music playing in the same bus, which was coincidentally the same bus I took to my University every morning. To me, jazz gave off a mature aura of life, as if it was a stereotypical kind of thing you would hear in a 1920’s club, people seated around a white-clothed table that was tipped off with a name place. The sound of a saxophone, creating a cloud of empathy around my head as it clawed away at my internal damage. At 3:30 in the afternoon, the day that I started ignoring my boyfriend, I tried to rationalize the situation that I was in; on a crowded bus, seated in a chair with peeling fabric and a sticker stuck to the handle of it. However, in a sense, it was just me playing hard-to-get and seeing how he

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