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A middle aged man with thinning hairline, a crooked nose, thin lips, sunken cheeks, and deep penetrating eyes, sat at a victorian style chair, smoking a pipe. He wore a maroon tweed suit, and gray slacks, with an oxford shoe. One leg crossed at the knee, a folded up newspaper in his hand. He concentrated on reading as pipe smoke rise up and cloud his vision. A half eaten breakfast of cinnamon rolls lay on the table before him, a steaming cup of ear grey tea beaide. At the same table sat a handsome woman in yellow victorian dress with white trimmings, sipping a hot cocoa from fine china. The morning ray of sun shine through a tall window.