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Mysterious Boy Scout

It was a rainy thursday when we rode a jeepney We saw a boy scout seating in front of me He was very cute and chubby Wearing his boy scout attire incompletely He was a kid who looks innocently His blue bag was on his back while he was seating chilly He observes everything silently With his stunning Utopian round eyes that opens widely His color was not too dark and not too lightly His round face was created symmetrically The angle of his nose is on a nice degree His pinkish lips fits on his face perfectly His haircut follows school rules correctly And he wears himself neatly, He catches our attention so easily Thus me and my friend was amused constantly. Until we reached our trips extremity We are shock cause we and the boy scout has a destination equality So he go out first and we follow intentionally For we want to see him until we depart totally As he go down out of the jeepney, We saw him going on a right direction precisely But just after him, we go down out of the jeepney Yet in a span of a second we didn't see him anymore, he was gone unknowingly We look in all directions fast and carefully But our senses failed to track the scout: we didn't saw him and we didn't heard any noise from a running boy, he disappeared totally! The right direction was part of a street and it was blocked so if he go there we must see him in reality We are thinking all the what if's logically But after all we cannot decline impossibility What we experience is truly extraordinary The boy scout transcended our fast eyes, does he teleported and gone swiftly? is he a time traveler? or we are just played by our own fantasy?

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