At a coffee shop. A bunch of ultra-righteous, you’re-not-open-minded-enough activists are braying at their own remarks—statements that simply reinforce their unexplored viewpoints. They mention something about how much they love open letters and I can’t help but mutter, “God I hate open letters.” As my cup leaves my lips I find ten of them looming over me. One of them (whose face is half-metal with piercings) puts his hands on his hips and says, “EXCUSE ME???” Uh-oh. They lunge for me and I scrabble backward, turning my seat over. Suddenly I’m being chased, and I’m throwing newspapers, turning chairs, and toppling stands in an effort to slow them as I sprint like a madman. Open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. Jesus appears out of nowhere and starts mauling these fellas with knees and elbows, hip throws, and thrust kicks. He finishes them quickly and I gape as he gets a dude in a kimura and snaps his shoulder from closed guard. I say, “Usually I get Chuck Norris or Batman. I’m honored that you came to help me out sir.” He gives me a deadened glare. “I had to. I too, hate open letters.”
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Kent Wayne 
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