It was 3am and I heard a loud knock at my door. “Finally: karate,” I thought. But my door opened only to an empty and unfamiliar street. “Darkness, this is not where I live,” I told the wrong outside. As if to answer, an unmarked box sat on my porch, and inside was 132 copies of this book:
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