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The Tourists

The Tourists

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“You know what I’ve never done? I’ve never done anything touristy in New York. Not the Empire State Building, or the Staten Island Ferry, or even the Highline.” “You know what? Neither have I.” He says eyes widened. “How can we live in New York without having done anything touristy? Are we even American? Are we true New Yorkers?” I say sitting up. “I think we should do these things. Together.” “And to that I say ‘When do we start?’” ~*~ Avery Evans and Cooper Bell have been best friends ever since Avery moved into their apartment complex in South Tribeca. On an evening before the start of the new school year, they both vow to do every touristy thing in New York City together before they die. Going into this adventure, neither of them know what to expect. But what can you expect really, in New York City?
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