Narrative Essay On Why College Girls Wear Sweats

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“Claire wake up, Bailey’s waiting for her morning walk!” I bolt out of my bed and rush to my closet in search for some comfy sweatpants. Finally, I find a pair, they were Morgans, I’m not quite sure why she left them for me… Don’t college girls wear sweats on basically every day of the week? Bailey begins to scratch at the door, “Bails I’ll be ready in just a sec.” I run down the stairs, Bailey scampering in tow behind me, to the small of fresh Belgian waffles topped with homemade brown sugar peaches and decadent whipped cream, “Wow Mom, you’re cooking like it’s my birthday or something!” Ever since my dad left us, my mom has been pretty distraught, so I guess today is a unique day… I grab my coat and Bailey’s shabby pink leash and head for

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