10:00 pm

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They were travelling along the boulevard, across the darkness of the night, starting the dark and lonely way of their hearts. It was making them feel foolish and free, different by others, out of the world.

"It's a foolish thing"

"You lost a bet with the devil, we made a pact and now you have to respect it"

This didn't stand above their thoughts cumulated and bigger than themself in their head. They were selfish and fragile, lonely and coward.

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