They were angry - the sky had changed colour when no one had asked it to.
They didn't like it as much as they had in their past lives. They had invented their past lives. I pointed this out to them. They sneered at me.
They told me that I had got it all wrong.
They didn't remember things the way that I did.
By the time they had finished talking at me, the sky had changed colour again.
When they noticed that, they got angry with each other and refused to speak.
I left them to it and carried on my way to get the paper.
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