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Mark was one of your stereotypical old men, hating everything that was new, practically incompetent with modern technology, and preaching to the world of the “Good old days.” Except he wasn’t an old man quite yet. He was only thirty seven. He was a good looking thirty seven year old, with short cut near black hair, semi-muscular body, and a good sense of fashion, even if it was a bit old fashioned, it worked well for him. He stood at a proud six feet even. He wore an old plaid shirt, white and blue, frayed a bit, but functional, with casual khakis. His feet were currently covered by white tennis dress shoes, that lo