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If I were applying to college as a high school senior right now, NYU might be one of my choices. How incredibly exciting to live in New York City, in a college embedded in its streets. My friend, Griffin, moved from Carmel, California, a place of fog and beaches, surfers and artists, and small coastal community charm, to New York City, with its oft-described noise and energy and dirt and action. Wow.
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