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As I walk through the street, I look up and see a girl glaring at me. We make eye contact, and in that moment, it is as if I can read her mind. She is very young and knew right away that I didn't belong. She didn't look at me in a threatening way, but instead filled with curiosity. Her blue eyes calmed me, and yet I could see something wasn't quite right. I yearned to help her in anyway possible, but in a way, I discovered that she didn't need my help at all.

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While I turned around, I was surprised by a little figure. It is a little girl. Being in Afghanistan for so long I have yet had the chance to interact with the locals, let alone siting face to face with an innocent looking kid. She looks a bit worn out, a precious face that is covered partially in dust stirred up by the helicopter. Those blue eyes, the most beautiful I have ever seen on a children, starred straight into my soul. Her lips are a little cracked from the bone dry Kunar air, while her hijab appears old and worn out. A family lives in remote Afghanistan cannot afford much.

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The kind of blue that makes the oceans in the Bahamas jealous and  freckles that make the Milky Way look just like another blurb of space dust. Her hair was dark to contrast her bright blue eyes and her lips were kissed by a pink rose and they perfectly curved at the top like the top of a bobby pin.

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This mysterious girl, who seemed to have come out of nowhere, is standing before me and stares at me intently. Her gaze is as sharp as a dagger and it pierces right through me. My eyes are locked with her big blue eyes. She seems to be troubled but doesn't want to express it. What could this little girl want to convey to me.

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Joining the peacekeeping forces was nothing like I thought it would be. I figured it would be a lot like the military, going from village to village and patrolling. In reality this occupation consisted in the power of extraordinary people. It amazes me how well good people were able to withstand the brutality of a war struck nation. One particular stood in the middle of a village while our caravan stopped one morning. Her eyes much more beautiful than I had ever seen: bluer than the mediterranean, sparkling more than the closest star, and much more soothing the gentle crashing of waves.

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There was a young woman who stared at me with the most piercing blue eyes. She had the most delicate features along with long dark hair that was covered my a woven teal headdress. Taking a moment to take in the beauty all around, even in the worst of times.

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I stopped to glance at a young girl staring of into the distance. Her eyes, sparkling in the sun, didn't blink or even change direction. She stayed silent however spoke to me through her eyes. She was seeking out help to fully identify herself in a country with many limits.

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A young girl with piercing blue eyes is standing in front of me. She's silent, but her eyes are screaming. I can't make out what she's trying to explain to me, but maybe its sadness behind her eyes. "Why is she sad?" I thought. Her ocean eyes blink, and a salty tear streams down her face. I don't know what she needs exactly, but in that moment I decided I was going to help her any way that I could.

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Every morning, I make my way to an old dusty train station with unique passengers. Everyday there is a man who reads the daily newspaper and a woman with a unique style choice. I typically do not like to go about talking to other people so I decide to sit in my own corner and keep to myself, just observing all around me.

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It was a bright and sunny morning as I awaited the train on my way to the airport. I observed a lady with the bags on her head and wondered what was in them. Once my train arrived, a man with a distinguishably large newspaper got in my way as I tried to enter the doors. It was going to be a long ride home.

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it was a cold morning, just as every other day as I entered the train station on my way to work, many people were around me with glazed looks on their faces just looking to catch the next train as it whistled and sped up to us.

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Patiently waiting for the moment I have so long pictured in my mind, my foot taps uncontrollably as the train slowly comes to a resting point. For a moment everything goes silent. I no longer hear the chimes of the train or the noise that fills the station. I haven't seen my brother in well over a decade. I feel like I am awaiting my call for an interview. People race all around me creating an atmosphere of anxiety.The sun then shines onto my face and I am suddenly overcome by a sense of peace

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I stood quietly at the Deli train station for a moment, having yet had a moment to actually stop and catch my breath. The morning fog condenses into mist, while the sunlight gingerly shines through the tiny floating water molecules and delivers warmth to everyone who stood out of the shade. The whole station is almost silent, on occasions a few arguments here and there is audible from a distance. An old gentleman is reading a piece of old newspaper that is almost as big as his torso. While an woman who hauls a giant bag over his head walking past in a rush, the size of the bag is so disproportional to her body that for a second I worried that it will crush her.

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On a hot summers day in Europe, I await for the train the to arrive. It appears to be a slow day today or maybe it's just that people prefer to drive or bike to their destinations. People are so impatient these days. Just like this woman who keeps prancing around the board walk. I understand she had places to be, but why can't she just take a breather. I mean that the whole a riding the train isn't it? To take in the sights and countryside while you are at ease in the speeding locomotive. She could learn a thing or two from the gentleman peacefully and patiently reading his newspaper while he waits along with us.

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My office is small and I can barely sit, not to mention it's freezing outside

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Today is Monday, the start of yet another long week. Its 5:30 in the morning as I walk into the station on a cold fall morning in Rockford Illinois. I use this station for my long commute to Chicago each day, where I spend upwards of 10 hours working for an up and coming accounting firm. As I walk in the station, everyone successfully tunes out the world listening to music, or reading a magazine. The sun shines through the station with beautiful effect which nobody seems to notice. My train arrives just before me and three other passengers enter ahead of a long, but beautiful day.

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It was another slightly warmer early morning at the train station. It was not as busy as usual. One man standing reading his news paper rather than a whole flock reading a newspaper, and one man who looked like he packed a little too much and now has to wait for his train. It was peaceful. Light conversations, quiet, and the soothing vibrations of passing trains. I am surprised it is calm today, I left earlier today to beat the crowd. Now I wait for my 6:30 stop to head on over to the city.

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A typical office day in Sweden.

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The time was 9:42 am, in Munich, Germany. The train was set to depart into just a few minutes but there was no sight of the passenger. Where have they gone? I stood there, drowsy,  Staring at my wristwatch while a sipped coffee from my other hand. "It's a beautiful day," I thought. "The birds are chirping, the weather is warm, and all I can spot is a man reading the daily paper and a woman streaking down the station with a large bag above her head."

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I opened my eyes and I decided to get out of bed at nearly 4 am to commute to my job that I hated with a passion. I decided to get up earlier today. No particular reason but I thought it would be best to get to work early, so I can leave earlier. I drive to the bus station with no traffic, something that never happens at around 7:30, but it was about 5:00 am by this point. I buy my ticket and I go outside to sit down on a freezing cold bench while I wait for the extremely fast train. I'm checking Twitter for what stupid words Kanye tweeted the night before. I see a man reading the newspaper. I look up and the morning sunrise is framing the train I am about to board. The light is entering my body and I feel warm. I've never felt more excited to go to work.

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I'm sitting on a thin wooden bench in a train station. I can hardly hear the music playing from my headphones, the loud clanging of metal against metal and people talking over the train whistle breaking through. I glance up and see that the sun had risen fully and that the grey storm clouds had passed over. I'm glad. I wanted to walk through the city today and left my umbrella at home. The golden light shines onto platform five, a man standing in front of me reading a newspaper casts a small shadow onto my bag next to me.

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I have a small office, it has a small window and there is no room.

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I sat in a small confined dusty office room trying not to die of boredom and claustrophobia while cursing out why the heck do I have to be Swede.

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I placed my desk in front of the window in my office as the cold Swedish winter stormed in.

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It was a tiny office with no room with one window and one desk

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I work in a tiny office and it always rains.

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It's an early Monday morning, and I am at the train station in London waiting to go to work. It is about 6:00AM, and the sun is finally starting to rise. Surprisingly the station isn't very busy, which is odd because Monday mornings are usually very chaotic.

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I worked in a small office. I have a desk inside this office in the middle of a cold winter.

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My office was so small, the desk filled half of it. It's was in Sweden and I could look out the window.

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It was a boring office with a small desk.

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I have a very small office. The desk sits in front of a window and that window looks out to a movie store across the street.

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I have a small office which where my desk takes up all the space.

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Has anyone ever told me about the benefit of living close to a lake, I would be in total disagreement of him. Being only two years old in age, I had never had the chance to completely enjoyed water as I do now as an adult. Vividly I recalled some part of my childhood, as most of the times my family was moving around, on cars driving across the luxurious forest, on trains tracking through the open grasslands, on feet walking through the damp swamp while frogs are yelling all around. Going from the industrialised capital of the North to the rainy familiar town of the South, at least I got to enjoy a good variety of barbecue, smoked and fried.

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From the moment I emerged from my mother's womb my life seemed to be a series of events clouded by mystery and instability. Few were the times that I knew exactly where it was that my life was headed. Having been born in Cleveland, there is not much I can tell you about it given that I was too young to retain any memories from that time of my life. Shortly after my second birthday we moved to Akron and shortly thereafter we moved to Muncie Indiana.

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I did not always live in Muncie, Indiana. Before being an Indiana Hoosher I was actually born in Cleveland, Ohio. This residency did not last that long. After all, can anyone stay in Believeland for an extensive period of time. Two years of living here was a little bit too much to handle, so just like Lebron James, I bid farewell to Cleveland and said hello to Akron. I instantly noticed that Akron was still in ohio and not that different than cleveland. [insert sentence about reasoning behind moving from Akron to Muncie]

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"When I first experienced life, I experienced it in Cleveland. That is where I spent most of childhood days. We would drive to Lake Erie and I remember how the cold lake water would feel on the tips of my toes and how the trees felt a million miles tall. Sometimes I would try to climb them, but then my mom would yell at me to stop as I was nearly halfway up. As I came home from a play date one rainy afternoon, I stepped onto my front porch step and my mother told me to sit down. I sat down on our porch swing, it squeaked as I nervously rocked back and forth on it. My mother told me we would be leaving Cleveland and moving to Akron. My heart sank. Of course, I was only two but I knew that this would be the beginning of a new journey."

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I was born in Cleveland. I was too young to remember but my mother has told me many stories. We lived in a two story apartment complex with my two brother, both older than me. When I was 2, My mother got a business opportunity and moved us to Akron, another city in Ohio. There I can remember playing all day in the beautiful fields until we finally moved to Muncie, Indiana.

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I have a small office in Sweden under a window.

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When I first came into the world, I lived in the great city of Cleveland, it was so modern and industrial with so many tall building and people every way you looked. After a couple years,at the young age of two, my family moved to Akron, it was similar to Cleveland with all of the grand skyscrapers, but it was a smaller town so the streets were not as crowded, but it helped because it was a smaller town where more people knew each other and created a great community. Soon after, we moved to Muncie, Indiana, it was a rather small town with old style buildings. It was a small town with a tight knit community so everybody practically knew everybody. It gave me a great sense of family and let me grow close to so many people.

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When I was born my family and I lived in Cleveland, Ohio on the east coast. Two years later, we moved again. We moved to Akron, Ohio which is about 40 miles away from Cleveland. After our second time moving, we moved again. We moved one state over west of Ohio to Muncie, Indiana.

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Upon the time of my arrival to this planet. I became a native to the one of the territorial lands found within the United States of America. The state of Ohio was my birth place and the city of Cleveland was my home. However, due to some family circumstances we then migrated to Akron. Only two years after my birth we changed homes. Then later on we crossed state borders onto unfamiliar territory in Muncie Indiana.

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I was born in Cleveland Ohio and I was raised there for two years until my family and I moved to Akron when i was two. I prefer living in the suburbs rather than a big city, therefore, Akron was the place for me. I then moved to Muncie Indiana which was a far more drastic change than moving around in Ohio.

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The sentence is pretty boring. I can't tell what the writer feels about moving to all these different places and what the experience was to move around. The writer should put more detail on why they would moved to different places and what the experience was.

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“It is a very small office, most of it taken up by a desk. The desk is placed smack in front of the window – not that it could have been placed anywhere else; this window looks out on the daylight landscape of Bergman’s movies. It was gray and glaring the first day I was here, dry and fiery. Leaves kept falling from the trees, each silent descent bringing a little closer the long, dark, Swedish winter.”

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I was born in the big city of Cleveland, Ohio. I only managed to live in the city of Cleveland up until I was about two years old. My family and I moved to Akron which is just about 40 min from Cleveland so I was never really far from my hometown. Akron treated me well. But my mom began to miss her family. My mom is originally from Indiana. She was born and raised there and all her brothers and sisters including her mom and dad live there. She was feeling very lonely so the whole family decided to move to Muncie, Indiana so we could be close to all the family. We now enjoy being here because we now only live just about 15 min from my grandparents home and we get to visit them every weekend.

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On a cold, late December morning in Cleveland, Ohio, I was born. My parents were ecstatic that they finally had their first child, an early Christmas present! We moved a lot during my childhood because of my dad's job, so when I was two years old, my parents moved us to Akron, Ohio. I don't remember much about the house I lived in or the surrounding town because of how young I was, but that's fine because eventually, we moved to Muncie, Indiana. I've lived here for 15 years now and I love it! I can't imagine what living in Cleveland or Akron must be like.

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“When I was born, I lived in Cleveland. Then my family moved to Akron, when I was two years old. After that we moved to Muncie, Indiana.”

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Let's discuss the first example!