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I'm Kiwi. 21. NJ. NYU Draper Master's Student. Beauty Intern at Marie Claire Magazine. Formerly @seventeenmag and Rutgers '11. I write stuff. As a student of literature, I have learned that even the most brilliant fiction writer could not come up with the bizarre things that happen to me on an astoundingly regular basis. I'm pretty much famous for my travel blogs. Check them out.
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The things that happen.

Posted 6 months ago
This morning, I was walking to my bus stop minding my own business. (Isn’t this how all my stories start?) Then I hear an old lady yelling “MURRAY! MURRAY! STOP! GET BACK HERE! MURRAYYYYY!!!” As my name isn’t Murray, I kept walking. But no good story can allude me. A dog had escaped and we was barreling down toward the main road. I stopped him in his tracks by throwing my bag at him, cornering him. This was not the end. Soon, the small dog was jumping on me, ripping my tights and growling. The old lady yelled at me, now, to “STOP THAT DOG.” He was seriously wearing ten collars and it was hard to get a grasp on him, but I got him and dragged him along by the neck. He apparently didn’t like this very much, because he decided to pee on me. I wrangled him until the old lady got to him. I handed him back, was thanked for my heroic efforts, and wondered what the hell I was supposed to do after that.
- my life.