Chapter 17

"Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerism of the women they have known."

-F. Scott Fitzgerald-

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Warm ray of sunlight welcomed her at the exit, she still had some time before lunch, and thought that she might be able to visit one more place, picking up her guide book, she flipped through the pages and searched for the most popular places in the neighborhood.

As she was reading around Clara approached by a teenage boy, who was probably around sixteen, had brown hair and freckled face. No one had ever taught her that she had to be cautious when talking to strangers on the street, while it was supposed to be a common sense, Clara had been a bit too naive.

She should have listened to her gut feeling because soon she would learn all lesson she would never forget. In short, he asked her if she needed any help around since she looked like she was searching for something, Clara tucked a strand of her hair behind he