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i checked my watch for the millionth time in three minutes. i was going to be late for my presentation. new york city was surely a huge city, even bigger than i had imagined it.

everyone seemed to be in a rush. they didn't even turn their heads around to admire the beauty of the city. i tried to ask for some help more than a few times but not one of the people i tried to get their attention acknowledged me.

i was used to people who were always friendly, always tried to help. i lived in a small town, we all knew each other. new yorkers minded their own business, they didn't waste their time looking around to help people like me.

i huffed and walked further. just when i was about to cross the street, cars came rushing on me. what was going on?

"what the fuck?" someone screamed and suddenly i was pulled off the road. i stumbled back and fell on the ground. oh how flattering for people to watch? "are you trying to get yourself killed? cause today won't be your lucky day." he was the first person to ever talk to me in this city.

i smiled being a little shy to just pour my heart out at a stranger about my totally unlucky day. "no, no that was not a suicide attempt." i told him while he helped me up off the ground.

"yeah they all say that." he dismissed me with a wave of his hand and started to walk away. "have a nice day."

"excuse me, i'm lost." i ran after him. he was probably the only form of communication i'd have in this damned city.

"oh hey, i'm michael." he stopped and turned to me to give me his hand for a handshake.

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