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Beck was climbing the narrow stairs to his apartment, when he dropped his keys.  His head reeling, Beck leaned back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling.  Angry brass swirls attacked his eyes, pushing them to the smooth plaster of the wall.  Beck dove to the floor from the waste up to snatch his keys back from the taunting red velour of the staircase runner and was rewarded with only a mild vomit taste at the back of his throat. Shows what a bunch of sissies those Larks were, Beck muttered to the wall.  With that smile on his lips, Beck continued up his Everest, fumbling for the key. Beck slammed into his door in a failed attempt t