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-- Another Drinking Song -- They gathered as always in the pub. Each one drinking their own drinks. One of them, the older one, asks for a scotch, warm with a little water on it, as he claims that it accents the flavor. The one with spectacles, asked for a root beer, since he claims that he needed something sweet in his life. The girl in the orange dress asks for a vodka, because she claims that loves the flavor. And the mohawk-haired boy, only asks for a pint of Guiness. Because fuck it, he didn't needed a reason. They gathered around the black table, as they do everyday. To forget the crazy world and all it's miserys. They asks for more,

-- An Afternoon Talk -- Listen. All things come to an end, but you do get used to it, after a while. But, let's not rush, not yet. There's plenty of time remaining. Time that we talk about, enjoy, as the world as we know comes slowly towards Decadence. I remember well the day we met. I think you do also. No? Oh. I see. The headaches. I see. Well, that day was supposed to be, just another day, like everyone that we used to have in that place. I miss how Mrs. Erica knew how to carry a tune through the hall. Waving her dress around, like a red and brown flag. A huge happy smile in her young face. Everyone was having a little fun, after a ha