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The rain had poured down on the surface; while the sun shines brightly. Lark had just become thirty years of age this fine day. Though, he was not particularly fond of heralding his age or, more precisely, his business in general.
He walked the streets; with a smile on his face. It certainly was not something one would see from him quite often. Not at all. He was in a great mood today. He walked, but to others, it looked as though he was dancing down the streets. Perhaps it was Casey agreeing to meet him today, or, the fact that his brother was visiting his place. It could have been both, who knows?
A man with a strikingly ugly mustache had started pursuing Lark. With hindsight, he danced just as he had done in the past. And just as he had expected; Lark hated him a thousand times more for it.
