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equality in this world (Timesquare and its neighbour)
After having afternoon tea with my friends in Causeway Bay, I decided to have a walk on my own before going home. The air was so dusty that I could hardly see what was in front of me. I kept covering my mouth and my nose with both of my hands so as to avoid inhaling any exhaust fumes when crossing the road. Feeling muggy and sultry, I decided to go to some other places where air-conditioning was provided. In my mind, ¡§Timesquare¡¨ was definitely the best choice.
Having walked through dozens of people, I finally came to the splendid red-brick building, ¡§Timesquare¡¨. The television with a huge screen like the one in cinemas had first drawn my attention. Kobe Bryan was featured in the screen promoting the latest version of the trainers from ¡§Adidas¡¨. In the meantime, several passers-by were standing still in front of the screen just like me and watching the advertisement, while a few trendy girls were waiting and expecting their friends to show up. They kept laughing and yelling loudly and I noticed that one of the girls was wearing the trainers from Nike which cost $700 dollar. I had always dreamed of having such trainers, but sadly I could not afford such luxury.
The sweat on my back seemed to have disappeared suddenly when I took the escalator of that shopping arcade. In the meantime, I saw several ladies who were wearing luxurious clothes and carrying expensive bags from famous brands such as ¡§Gucci¡¨. Also, they were carrying several shopping bags from various designer shops including ¡§Lane Crawford¡¨ and ¡§Louis Vutton¡¨. All of them were wearing scarves which were of high quality. They were also wearing perfumes which almost stifled me as I was taking the escalator. I stood in the centre of the shopping arcade and I heard some piano music. There was a pianist wearing a swallow-tailed jacket and playing the piano. The beautiful melody attracted a lot of people, though some men in business suits and carrying briefcases seemed too busy to stop and enjoy the performance. A child kept pulling his mother¡¦s arm as hard as he could, hoping that his mother would buy more toys.
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