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I stretch out on my mattress and light a cigarette, and then I begin telling him what happened in the park. After I finish telling the story, he marvels, “Shogo, you always meet interesting people. I don’t understand, because you just sauntered around the park, and the stranger has fallen down on your life out of the sky. And on top of it all, he wants to help you to find a publisher and has the traditional Mexican mustache! Just taking a stroll! That kind of miraculous thing has never happened to me. As I told you numerous times, you have something, you know, that’s why so many unthinkable things have kept occurring on your life. Now the king of mustache wants to help you! You lucky bastard, ha-ha-ha….”