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The taxi arrived at the door of the house, and Miura paid the fare and got out of the car. 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 he walked 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 forty-six-year-old university professor had to take out the key to open the door by himself. He smiled bitterly, but he was by no means unhappy. Miura opened the door, walked into the living room the size of six reed mats, turned on the light and started changing clothes. This is a set of his habitual actions. He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was just past ten o'clock. "It seems that wearing pajamas is more comfortable than wearing a kimono."