Atlas checks and cleans the tables of the bar while everyone is chatting. "Life is boring", he thinks. "Trapped here, at a bar, forgotten royalty." He hears the door creak open and looks up. He feeezes. This person is royal. His mind catches on and pleads, "We can show everyone who we are, a prince! "Hello..." He waves his hand lightly in the sunlight of the window.
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