Google Lawrence, the Honest Boy
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       Lawrence was selling ice cream on his ice cream cart. He hurried and pedaled going to the road. Moments later he was already at the highway. He pedaled and pedaled until he reached the road leading to several subdivisions. Suddenly, he saw a man dropped his Seiko wallet from his pants on the sidewalk. He pedaled faster and called out aloud. "Hey mister you dropped your wallet!" The man turned his back towards him from the sidewalk he was walking. Lawrence parked his cart on the side of the clay tiled sidewalk. He jumped off of his cart and hurriedly walked to pick the fallen wallet on the ground. When he got it, he hurried to the man who owned it and handed it to him.
      "Thank you young boy," the man thanked Lawrence.
      "You’re welcome sir," he answered scratching his head slightly.
  

     "Your selling ice cream right?" he asked looking down at him.
      "Yes, I sell ice cream for a living sir. I need this so I could go to school," his reply to him.
      "You're a very hardworking young boy," he just said.
      "I have to," Lawrence just said.
      The man eyed him for a moment and spoke. "By the way I'm Eric," he told Lawrence. And Lawrence told him his name. "We don't normally allow vendors in our subdivision but since you have proven me your honesty, I'll let you go inside our subdivision and sell ice cream, there are many young children there who would want to buy from you."
      "Really, sir...  thanks," gratefully Lawrence uttered. "I've wanted to go to that subdivision but the guard refused entry to me."
      

  "Really, he's just doing his job, I think," he told Lawrence. "This is my calling card take this. Wait I'll just sign and write an instruction to our guard so he would let you in. I'm the subdivision by
the way."
       "Thank you so much," Lawrence replied looking up to him after he took his calling card.
       "Thank you once again for your honesty young boy," the man told Lawrence and headed back to where he was going.
       After the man had left, happily Lawrence boarded his mobile ice cream cart and pedaled. He headed straight to the subdivision he had wanted to sell ice cream. And when he got to the guard house he immediately showed the guard the calling card with instruction to him. The guard took it from him and read. After reading he smiled at him. 
       "Oh, so you know our subdivision president then," he just 

said looking at him.
       "Not really, I just returned him the wallet that he had dropped on the road," his answer to the guard.
       He smiled at him. "You're a very honest young boy,
so that's why he trusted you inside our subdivision," he said and opened the big gate for Lawrence.
       "Thank you so much," excitedly Lawrence told him and started pedaling going inside the subdivision. And not long, rich young children started calling him to the side of their gates and bought ice creams from him. He's branded ice creams in cups and cones sold fast. Lawrence was so happy, he didn't remember selling that much in such a short time. He was about to leave the subdivision when suddenly someone went out of a big gate and called out for him.
      "Ice cream!" the young girl called out aloud. 
   

    Lawrence turned his head back as he was pedaling going to the subdivision gate. He saw the young girl standing and looking at him. He turned his car around and pedaled towards her. When he reached her
she immediately spoke.
      "I want to buy an ice cream," the beautiful young girl told him.
      Lawrence smiled at her and pulled up the cart's cover. After the girl told him what kind of ice cream she wanted, Lawrence bended from where he was sitting to get one. "Here," he said giving her the ice cream.
      The girl then took it from him and ripped the top cover of the ice cream in cone. She immediately tasted it and seemed to like it. "This Selecta Ice Cream is really delicious," she just said.
      "Yeah it is," Lawrence replied looking at her from where he was sitting.
      "Hey how did you get in here, they don't normally allow vendors in our subdivision?" she asked him.

      Lawrence explained and the girl smiled at him. Her smile is really pretty, Lawrence thought. He smiled back at her. And her smile widened a little. 
      "You’re an honest young boy,"
she just said looking up at him, "and very hardworking."
      "I have to, my father have been sick for a long time now. So I have to work for the two of us for food and for school," he told her.
      "That's good to know," she uttered looking at his face. "You're cute," she told him.
      "Thanks," he replied. "You're pretty and cute yourself," he said smiling back at her. 
       The two continued chatting while the beautiful young girl was slowly eating her cream. Lawrence introduced himself to him and Christine introduced herself to him. In just a short time of conversation, the two became friends. She asked him to go back to their subdivision so she could buy once again. 

He immediately agreed smiling her. After the beautiful young girl had gone back inside their house, Lawrence pedaled once again and left the subdivision.
       And everyday Lawrence would go to the subdivision to sell ice cream and every time Christine would buy from him. And they became closer and closer, everyday wanting to see each other. One day Lawrence went back to sell ice cream on their subdivision, many children bought from Lawrence once again. Christine did not come out even if he had already ringed his bell several times. He waited some more but still she did not come out. He went back the following day to sell and see her but once again he did not see her. He went back to the subdivision almost every day for a week to sell but still he did not see her. He asked the maid who he saw throwing trash outside their gate but she just looked at him for a moment and went back inside Christine's house. Sadly, Lawrence went home.