Option Two
Jacob
Edward and I took a taxi from the airport and traveled into the tim, trái tim of Puerto Santa Cruz. Luckily, Edward spoke the local language fluently. It made it easier to get around. When the taxi pulled up to small nhà để xe I was working at I immediately walked in looking for my old boss. Ruiz Mendoza was the cửa hàng owner. I met him while I was walking the streets, thinking aloud to myself. From out of nowhere I started to hear someone else talking to me. I heard the stranger’s voice in my head. Ruiz had been standing across the đường phố, street from me and when I heard the strange voice, I immediately...
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