The heeled-boots

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mmer, I went to Amsterdam with my friends Misha and Leyla. We were supposed to stay there two weeks going to interesting places, knowing people… We were living in a really good hostel near the centre of the city, and all was amazing since the 16th of July. That day one tall fair-haired old man came to me in the reception of the hostel. He was curiously wearing two big heeled-boots, and asked us if we were models. We laughed a little bit and I quickly answered: - Yes! - What? – exclaimed Leyla and Misha - Yes we are. – I didn’t know the reason, but I was making it up. Then, the man gave to me the keys of a Ferrari that was parked, and a paper with an address written xxx. We reacted running fast to the car and driving it to the direction he had given to us. It was a house in another quarter of the city. Leyla and Misha went in, asking for the man and I waited for them outside, in my new Ferrari. Finally, after three hours they didn’t return, so I entered there. The girl of the reception said to me that she hadn't see anybody, and when I got out, the Ferrari wasn’t there. I started getting nervous, and I decided to search some little alley around the house. There, I saw my friends dead behind the window. I began to run, but suddenly I saw two big heeled-boots in front of me. I shouted a great whistle and I started to cry… [Here you have the new composition, about the structure of page 63,I hope you like it.]