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By: D. R. Nyan-chan Amidst the heavy rain, a black limo rolled up to one of the newest spas in town: Green and White, What a Sight.  The entire building was painted in the vertical stripes of its namesake and its reputation was shrouded in mystery. *fwoop* A large, black lace umbrella unfurled from the back door and a tuxedo-clad man in his early twenties with short, brown hair stiffly and sluggishly stepped out.  After a few seconds of him staring straight ahead with his blank, green eyes, the chauffer asked, “Is everything okay, sir?” “B-bill?” the man mumbled in a far-off fashion. “Really?  Well I hate to