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... adside. A sad story lingered behind every step he took. He had the worst luck with women—rejected by ninety-nine ladies.
Wandering through downtown, he caught sight of a foreign girl—young, probably around sixteen. He, himself, was twenty.
She stopped him, a bit lost.
"Please... how can I get back to Lagos Airport?" she asked softly. Then added with a slight bow,
"Oh, sorry for not introducing myself—my name is Lyla."
The young man was stunned by this. He ...
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