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... m school, Saito passed through the doorway of his house. He took off his school jacket and went straight to the living room to turn the television on.


It was an ordinary day.


While he was watching the television, the phone rang.


He picked up the telephone. It was his classmate.


Saito, have you seen the latest TV show?


“Why do you think I did?”


Someone who has as much free time as you ought to have.


...

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