She stepped with purpose across the new city. She was a world traveler determined to find adventures that could fill in her life outline. Every city she stepped in seemed to be moving towards the same skyline. Where was the uniqueness of each place? Where had all the homegrown culture gone? A trump tower, Hilton or Chase bank. It was all the same now. Where could she go to find a piece of reality and authenticity. Is there such a thing anymore. She would keep searching. But somehow the cranes kept popping up everywhere. Was she even real? Ever? Never?
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