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            I still cannot hold the ecstasy within after being sent on a business trip to this city. I am in a hotel room and look out the window to see what my room view offers my starving eyes. I have never seen a scene as picturesque as this in my entire life. So much detail, so much to look at it. What catches my eyes first is a soaring skyscraper. This avant-garde, prestigious-looking building is really a five-star hotel, which I had just realized after silently mouthing out it's name. It was inscribed ever so blatantly at the top of the building and I scold myself for noticing too late. Though that is understandable because what really grabbed my attention was rather, what lied beyond the hotel. The gleaming, crystal clear waters of the river mesmerised me and I instantly unanimously agreed with myself that that was the predominant sight. As the waves formed prolific, miniature tides, a rush of exhilaration invaded my system. It had been years seen I had last seen something potent enough to make me forget all my troubles and worries, while also naturally and lightly sedating me out of my otherwise hectic, routinal lifestyle. After a few wholesome minutes of gazing in awe at the sparkling, inviting waters, I gathered up the inertia to turn off my idleness and look at something else. Eastward of my line of vision, I can make out a small theme park. It is hard to see clearly as a gleam of white sunlight -probably reflected off from the river which actually stretches in both directions, eastwardly and westwardly - is obscuring a section of the park. I want to see what's in the theme park, as my young inner-curiosity directs me to, and so I grab myself the pair of binoculars on the table to get a closer view and to hopefully be able to see what's behind the white illumination surrounding it. First, I catch a glimpse of the ferris wheel and I cannot help but noticing the people on it. There is a group of teenagers that look about seventeen years of age.


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