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I'm not sure what the prompt is supposed to be about. What does it have to do with me? Am I supposed to describe myself based on some weird string of words? Anyway, here are three paragraphs that might fit the bill:
I grew up in a small town in the Midwest, where everyone knew each other and nothing much ever happened. My parents were high school sweethearts who worked hard their whole lives, but they never really taught me anything except how to be a good listener. I was always an outsider looking in – not because I wanted to fit in with the popular crowd or anything, but just because I couldn't help noticing all the weirdness that went on beneath the surface.
As soon as I could afford it, I left for college and started over from scratch. I changed my name, cut my hair short, and dyed it bright pink – everything about me was new and different. But no matter how hard I tried to reinvent myself, there were always these tiny little cracks in the facade that let people see through. They'd catch a glimpse of something vulnerable in my eyes or hear me laugh at some inside joke with someone else, and suddenly they'd know exactly who I was.
Nowadays, I work as a waitress during the day and hit up local bars at night. It's not exactly glamorous, but it pays the bills – plus, it lets me sit back and watch everyone else perform for my amusement while I sip on a whiskey sour. When
