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I parked the car and we immediately got off when we arrived at the Green Hills Hotel.
“Let’s go!” I said and we all ran into the building.
"Good evening, Sir. Do you have reservations?" the woman at the front desk asked us.
“No. We just have a question.” I replied.
“Yes. Sure, sir. What is it?”
"Did a man in a T-shirt come in here? He’s wearing a black T-shirt. He is tall as me, he’s white, and he looked a little rude.”
“Ahm, a lot of men came here tonight wearing black T-shirts so I can't remember, Sir. I’m sorry,” she said.
“Are you sure? Try to think of it carefully. He’s a tall man, he’s so white, he’s fierce and his ears are also quite big.”
“I’m not sure, Sir. I am sorry.” She apologized.
"Kyle, maybe Cindrix isn't here," Paul whispered to me.
"No. I'm sure he's here.
