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Biting the tip of your pen, you tuck your hair behind your ear trying to solve the “Daily Sudoku” in the Tokyo newspaper. A grunt is heard from your kitchen followed by the sounds of various boxes dropping to the ground. Eye twitching a bit you choose to ignore it, adjusting your legs, you pull them back from resting on the coffee table to tuck them underneath your body. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you press your pen forward to fill in an empty slot.   Rip. Crunch. Grunt. Thud. Rip. Crunch. Grunt. Thud. Are heard coming from your kitchen. A tick appears on your eyebrow as you try to concentrate on the Sudoku in front of you, on