Rooftop
Those silent (k)nights, watching overour city, over our sleep... or are they just picking a cool spot to drink a few beers?
In the middle of the night, a dark cloaked figure stands on a rooftop. Cloaked figure: Alone I watch over the city The roof top door get skicked open. BLAMM! Max with a dark cloak: I have been expecting you. But you are late. Max: Ok, ok... Paul, carrying a case of beers: Elevator's out of order again. Put the picnic blanket back down and help me with the beer.
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