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Three years later,

Jaxon walked to the German international airport that afternoon carrying the little bag of luggage he had brought with him and he breathed in the fresh air of Germany.

He was wearing a warm outfit of sweats and sneakers and he put on his sunglass before going to the taxi that was waiting in the corner, “sorry please, I’m going to any hotel that is good in the area?”

“Any hotel?”

“Yes, just someplace I can stay before going back,”

“Then get in, I know a very good one,”

“Oh really, thank you,”

He got in and the driver drove him to the hotel where he would be staying for that night. He just had something to check before he went back to America and he hoped it was right.

He seriously hoped.

They got to the hotel and he came out of the car thanking the driver, “thanks so much,”

“no problem, that would be 30 dollars,”

He paid the driver and got his baggage before walking into the hotel that said Bulgari’s.

“Hello and welcome to Bulgari’s hotel, how may we help you?”

“I’ll