Wind swept the plains of Italy, two platypi, are sitting on the edge of a farm. One is dressed in a peasent's cloak, the other, the armor of a great assassin. The assassin handed the farmer a pouch of coins. "Grazie! You have helped us! Is there anyway I can repay you?", the farmer said. The assassin turned and started walking away. He stopped and turned his head. "No, non c'e." The assassin continued on his journey. He jumped off a cliff into the water and started swimming back toward Masayaf.
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| - Wind swept the plains of Italy, two platypi, are sitting on the edge of a farm. One is dressed in a peasent's cloak, the other, the armor of a great assassin. The assassin handed the farmer a pouch of coins. "Grazie! You have helped us! Is there anyway I can repay you?", the farmer said. The assassin turned and started walking away. He stopped and turned his head. "No, non c'e." The assassin continued on his journey. He jumped off a cliff into the water and started swimming back toward Masayaf.
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| - Wind swept the plains of Italy, two platypi, are sitting on the edge of a farm. One is dressed in a peasent's cloak, the other, the armor of a great assassin. The assassin handed the farmer a pouch of coins. "Grazie! You have helped us! Is there anyway I can repay you?", the farmer said. The assassin turned and started walking away. He stopped and turned his head. "No, non c'e." The assassin continued on his journey. He jumped off a cliff into the water and started swimming back toward Masayaf.
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