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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 20
Sign: Aries

Country: UK
Signup Date: 3/9/2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006 
Over the Sheffield nightlife there were grey and black clouds gathering. He could see them rolling in, forming shadows on the empty roads and roundabouts.
The days had turned dark quickly this winter. More quickly than he'd expected. Not that it was a bad thing - it meant things could happen more quickly - but they hadn't been ready and it had been a stressful week. He looked to the street beneath his office, seeing a couple of drunk girls stumbling and falling on the pavement, and turned away in disgust.
This was what the country was becoming and had been turning into for a long time. Litter-strewn streets, poverty. And with one cause, one reason for everything wrong with this God-forsaken city. This city could be great. The lights were there, the clubs were there and the people were there. But so were they.
He slammed his fist on the desk as he had a sudden resurgence of what he'd once felt as a teenager. His veins pulsed with a certainty that he was right and that things in general were wrong. It couldn't work the way they wanted it to. It wasn't working!
He stood at his desk for a while, staring blankly at the wall to its side, pondering his options, his scruffy, black hair ruffled every once in a while by the breeze from the window. He sat down and put his head in his hands.
Things weren't going to plan. He'd known there'd be problems, but not this early. Darren in hospital and the kid would be in jail by Friday. Things needed sorting.
He reached for the right-hand side drawer of his desk, finding newspaper articles from the last 12 months charting the progress of his masterpiece. In those terms, he thought, he's just finished the first layer. The canvas and foundation were in place. It just needed to happen.
He sat uneasily, typing an email to somebody he hoped would be awake. He'd have to be, after a day like this.
Halfway down page 1, he fell asleep and his head crashed onto the keyboard. Outside, the clouds had assembled. The rain was beginning to fall.

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