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.

> said, Marth

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

> in his words there was a string of cruelty.

>

> Marth paused

>

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

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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

> asked Pxan

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Pxan nodded.

>

> "all of them to be sincere" Pxan thought

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The two continued to sit there without saying much

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Pxan stopped drinking his milk >

> said Marth half-jokingly

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And so they spent an hour talking about their lives.