I've had a bad day. Uneventful day at work, doing some homework, and almost get hit twice by the same idiot trying to race me down I-90, so I go down to the Salle, which is my fencing club in downtown Seattle. There there is this thirty-something guy by the name of Wang Yung, third best IN THE WORLD as of about five years ago, and I've heard
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