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The taxi arrived at the door of the house, and Miura got out of the car after paying the fare. There have been days when I haven't drank so happily. The warm night breeze mixed with fresh green blew on my hot cheeks, making me feel particularly comfortable. So, he stood in the yard and enjoyed the breeze for a while before walking towards the door of his house. The house was shrouded in darkness, and it seemed that his wife Yuko had not returned from a class reunion. This is a family without children. The 46-year-old university professor had to take out the key to open the door by himself. He smiled bitterly, but he did not feel unhappy at all. Miura opened the door, walked into the living room the size of six reed mats, turned on the light and started to change clothes. This is a set of his habitual actions. He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall again. It was just past 10 o'clock.
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