Narrative
It was a normal Friday night in down town Salt Lake City, Utah. I, my aunt and uncle, my two cousins and two of their friends were out cruising in my aunt’s new birthday present- a ’92 Camaro Z28. I drove the car because my aunt and uncle had been drinking and were a little screwed up. The car was a convertible, which I thought was extremely cool, so I asked if I could take the top down. Of course, almost anything you ask a drunk is a guaranteed yes, so we put the top down and headed to State Street, which is well known for the nice ¼ mile stretches and the prostitutes. When we finally hit State Street, I noticed that we were almost out of gas, so I pulled over, which was a very bad mistake, and filled the tank all the way. As I was coming back out to the car after paying for the gas, I noticed a dark blue `Saleen’ Mustang parked next to the car, and the guy inside of it was talking to my aunt and uncle. As I walked towards the car, I could hear that they were talking about a race
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Some common words found in the essay are:
Camaro Z28, City Utah, , aunt uncle, seat belt, sky ground, revved engine, cousins friends,
Approximate Word count = 674
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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