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The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the waiter in the tavern sat lazily at the door, dragging his chin as if he was asleep. "Are you lazy again and daydreaming about your heroes? Come and pack your things!" The boss cursed from inside the house. "Come on, come on." The boy stood up slowly and stretched. "It would be great to become a hero." He muttered.
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