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[You have accidentally wandered into the base of the notails. While notails gawk at you, they do not ask why you are here. Tents and temporary shelters litter the area but one building, sleek and smooth, catches your attention. You approach it without thinking.]

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[You laugh and say that you suppose aliens do look a bit like capture creatures. You make a joke about how notails look like those animals that go digging around trashcans.]

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[You tell her about some of the holidays you have on your home planet. You especially mention one where you give out gifts to all your friends and family to thank them for being in your life.]

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[You ask the notail if she could share something about her culture and ask her about her mask. She immediately puts her helmet back on.]

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[You ask her what her face represents.]

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[You ask about notails with the faces of aliens.]

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[You ask her what she means by "Sadly."]

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[You try to put into words what you think might be wrong with this approach, but cannot. You inform her that it feels that there's something wrong with this line of though, but you can't put your finger on it.]

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[You say "We can appreciate beauty in life even if there's death. Sometimes you've gotta enjoy what you have, and not focus on making it last forever."]

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[You laugh and say that's life.]

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[You inform her of the evil monster known as the tax man, who follows those who run out of money in the middle of the night and steals the very shirts off the backs of people, disallowing them from getting interviews and thus out of poverty. You do correct her though, and mention that homeless people do not exist, because sleeping in the sewers is free. All homeless people are homeless by choice.]

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[You quickly inform her that it's a tad impolite to call an alien a capture creature.]

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