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He wore a washed-out pair of cargo pants and a faded brown shirt, a cap covering his head. His movements were slow, almost unsettling.

Annoyed, I wondered who he was. All the palace workers knew my reading time, so no one ever mowed at that hour. They did it either before or after.

Frustrated, I
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