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The smokey sky fills into my mouth and I can taste the smoke and dust from the wreck of the buildings and house. I can hear horns tooting and people see people walking down the side of the road in their old rags and torn clothes. My hands slip off the steering wheel because of my sweating hands, I quickly put them back on and feel the indentions of my hard grip. I wind down the window to get some fresh air, but I quickly wind it back up because of the smoke That tasted as yuck as brussel sprouts.
Your story is pretty good you need to put some commas in maybe? You have one simile which is not the greatest I think you could work on that oh and also your quantity is quite small but its quality over quantity your quality is good. Good Job Ben!
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