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Arash was very relieved. He still could enjoy the small park and became calm with it.

Arash sat down on the bench and looked at the small lake where the winds were dancing and allowed peace to wash over him.

Anger, worry, sadness, and rage were all cleared by that lake and left an Arash full of ease.

((It's really great here. I wish I permanently live here.)) Arash thought out loud.

((Oh, I'm glad someone thinks like me.)) A man's voice was heard and Arash looked in his direction.

The sweeper appeared again with a broom in his hand.

((Hello sir.... sorry I do not know your name.))

((he he he. You can call me Mr. Sweeper. My name does not matter much.)) Mr. sweeper said to Arash with a smile.

((No, I can't. It becomes impolite like this ...)) Arash wanted to protest, but when he saw Mr. Sweeper's face looking at him with a reassuring smile, Arash could not say anything eles and accepted.

((Okay ... Mr. Sweeper ..

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