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Personal Narrative: To Kill A Mockingbird, By Harper Lee

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He walked into the quiet coffee house on Main Street, while I was there reading the classic How to Kill a Mockingbird when I saw him. Dressed in some dark washed jeans with a basic white T-shirt that went so utterly well with a creamy peach leather jacket he had on although a jet black color would have looked edgy. Meanwhile, his cologne was a strong Calvin Klein aroma that filled the coffee house and it smelt similar to the clean and fresh laundry detergent just with a bit of a manlier smell to it. It reminded me of walking into my brother’s room when I was a toddler. After I concluded my reminiscing, I noticed that he was swiftly making his way to the counter I noticed that the way his walk was off centered but balanced. While ordering

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