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I throw a quick punch to his neck. Thank god for those self-defense
lessons at the YMCA! The man crumples, choking. As I run, I hope he doesn't die but it was either him or me. Panicked, I get all turned around and I find myself between two identical brown doors. Behind one is the sound of trombones. Behind another is the sound of a gym class. Some middle-aged harpy (I have gym class issues) is screeching at kids to do more pushups.
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