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Friendly Talks
Xavier's POV
I gingerly sip from the steaming mug as I walk out onto the wide balcony. Inhaling the fresh air, I let out a sigh of content as I set down the hot cup on the small coffee table. My eyes wander the picturesque view of the far mountains.
Damn! I haven't been out here in ages!
With one last glance, I walk back over to the small seating area and plop down on a lounge chair. Grabbing one of the many anime magazines scattered on the table, I cross my ankles and lean back.
I haven't done anything like this in a long time; just relaxing and letting the day carry me wherever. I welcome the break, even if it is a short one.
I slowly flip through the pages and occasionally take sips of coffee. Not
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