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... with friends around the park. The fountain glistened under the sunlight.

Charcoal-black hair and blue eyes, a woman in a yellow sundress sat at the bench; she watched the people going by till her gaze went to the man approaching.

He sat beside her, trench coat and a tie, "Lovely morning," he spoke. Tall and tan, with short brown hair and two silver eyes.

"I'm glad you work with such haste Jack. Morning to you too; I assume you got my letter," Jotou's voice was the same de ...

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