The palaces were of a strange grey mix between red and grey, the air was a bit heavy and people talked down the street. It was a day like another.

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　　Pxan paused for a bit, then realized that the truth was better than any lie <>

　　<> in his words there was a string of cruelty.

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　　<> Marth paused

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　　Marth looked at him strangely trying to figure out what passed on the mind of Pxan <>

　　<>The two arrived at the bar, Pxan ordered a latte and Marth a beer.

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　　<> he pointed at the milk <>

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　　The two sat in silence for some minutes

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　　Pxan nodded.

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　　<> "all of them to be sincere" Pxan thought

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　　The two continued to sit there without saying much

　　<>Pxan stopped drinking his milk <>

　　<> said Marth half-jokingly

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　　And so they spent an hour talking about their lives.