How Not to Live in New York
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Hi, I'm Preston Brooks. I am 18% weird, 37% clumsy, and 45% awkward.
I am just your average 18 year old girl about to go to my final year of hell a.k.a high school.
Well, that's what I thought until my parents shipped me off to the city.
Then when I got there I spilled a cold drink and had a panic attack, which isn't anyone's cup of tea, but I hate tea.
What makes it worse is that, the person you just humiliated yourself in front of is an incredibly sexy guy, who seems to be my neighbor.
This is how to super cali fragilistic expialidociously NOT to live in New York.
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