It's 12pm in the afternoon, and I am on my way through Times Square. There are multiple languages in the air. A typical landmark of New York City, especially Times Square. The mixture of multiple languages spoken at such a high volume that it sounds like gibberish. That's the beauty of Times Square though. The sound of diversity made me smile, but I also groaned to myself at the feeling of claustrophobia emanating within me. Two Spanish women passed me by, then a man with a thick Chinese accent. The man with the Chinese accent was yelling on the phone as he dragged a large, dirty backpack of goods across the pavement. The bag scraped against the street, making a loud brushing noise as it slid past me. The brushing noise of the bag wasn't as loud as it could be, because it was masked by the whistles and screams of the policemen. Construction tools clanked against the ground as workers were busy fixing the roads. There seems to always be some sort of construction going on. Si...
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