Chapter Two: Eleven Years Later
"Hey! Get back here you thief!" A man in his late forties, shouted behind my back as I sprinted out out of a shop, holding a loaf of pão and an maçã, apple for my breakfast meal. I heard footsteps running behind me, but it wasn't close. I looked behind me and saw a man who looked like he was going to explode with his big stomach underneath his big T-shirt, and he was holding a bat his right hand. 'I bet he thought I was as innocent as a five-year-old girl!' I thought, feeling like I'm going to laugh at the thought. "I'll get you reported por the Lunanian guardins!...
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