The history that repeats, isn't about me was in another incarnation, and I think I was from France and I was a teenager boy and my best friend was my cousin that was boy, but a little touch, the good in French to have friends also is because the teenagers could walk all the city without the parents care because we weren't alone. And in France at that time have a lot of teenagers from the countryside that came to live in Paris, we were born in Paris, and the teenagers from the Capital liked to fuck the life of the teenagers that came from the countryside. The common was make an ambush to the teenager from the countryside be got for the police in a situation that made him an infractor teenager. Wasn't our case we was 3 years young than the bad boys, the accusations, robber, be got with an old gay, cases like these for who is ingenuous was so easy. One day my cousin said that we could know the most beautiful boy of the world. When we went there he was living alone in an apartment, an apartment so cheap that a teenager could afford they didn't know but the neighbourhood was a shit. On streets that have murder, the rent was low. He was polite but not very happy he had a face of not-trusting, maybe disappointed, I think he was believing that we were there to prick a prank on him, he wasn't so handsome, I think with me he was being followed by an older man, and I was more handsome, probably I was in danger in visit a boy that was called the most beautiful boy of the world, and if the man that is looking for him spy him? So he was the most beautiful for a maniac, and if that maniac change his mind for one more beautiful. My cousin was wanting to we be his friend, I was thinking that for me was dangerous I was more handsome than him, the man that was after him could be of the kind that spied him came out of the apartment and also see who got inside. If wasn't for that I was afraid would very ok for me. My cousin was the kind that liked gossip, so we went to visit our uncle that was a psychiatrist to talk about the fame of beaut of the boy that was living alone in a apartment. He used to say that he was the uncle of the two and like the two equally, my cousin always asked who were the one that was more appreciated. And there he said that who was molester, like boys till 17 years old if they were blond because they don't have hair in the body till that age like the children, so for perverted even an 17 years old boy was in the kind that they like if they were blond, let me say that when I was waiting came some hair in my body to went back to the beach, my cousin had dark hair he with 13 years had hair in the body but I didn't, so I wasn't going to the beach because I didn't like to don't have grow-up hair, I had sometimes been naked in front girls, but I wasn't liking to show the body in the beach, so say more one reason to don't visit the new boy in the city, we went there sometimes but much more rare then my cousin wanted. At that time my cousin if can don't let me be with a girl, pure implication. The boy was polite and appeared to like to stay very much close inside home, maybe he didn't like to went out, but he never say why, one day that in the weekend, me and my cousin passed all the week together but the weekend, he disappeared, we need the help of the boy of the apartment to find him, if we take a longer time to find him he probably would died, the man that kidnaped him used in his neck an 'enforcador' strangler a different collar that when you pull started to hang the person, and the person can't breathe, is used in animal, in criminals, cruels parents use in their children, was one so well done that only could be sold in stores of other countries, in Russia they sale that collar, is said that was sale for the citizen to they capture criminals, but if the collar is very close the person dies or if the person is a long time with a tight one also would die, the police discovered the criminal but he was hide in Russia when he was located.
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