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It was a dark and stormy night

It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, it wasn't. It was a nice and pleasant sunny afternoon, with a light sprinkling of fluffy clouds, but as Harry sat on the park bench he really felt that a dark and stormy night would've been much more proper. He had been in this dark mood ever since his father had taken him aside after breakfast. "Harry, my boy", he had said, "it's time you became a productive member of society. That's why starting next month I'm stopping your allowance. It's time you got yourself a proper job." The words had shaken Harry to his core. A proper job! Didn't he understand that Harry was a poet, and that he needed his lo