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The taxi stopped and the glass panel went down. Mum handed the driver some money. "Keep the change," She say.

The buildings appear to be glued together, mostly small houses and apartment blocks something about it looked different.

Cyril held my hand. She press the bell, adjusted her blazer, and her hair back from her face. "Alright." she say.

"Don't worry," Cyril says, and I wasn't sure it was for me or everyone else. The door hummed and opened. The funny it wasn't a normal you see it fell. "Sorry I need to repair that." He say. "just step over it" There stood a man with wavy ginger hair that fell to his shoulder like a loinsmane. His eyes were strickly light green, almost the color of limes. His face was much younger. There was something fascinating about him- once seen, never forgoted, I felt sure.

When this man smiled, you could see his regular white teeth. Scrutinizing us with a pair of green eyes. I tried to look back with as much composure as possible and hide my discromfort.

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