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So the garage next to the karate place is open, and I think it's actually the karate class's garage, because there are a bunch of women standing with their backs to the open door, like they're watching something. And yeah, there are some kids doing some fighting stuff now. Well heck, who knew. Those must be the moms standing around.
A serious, serious woman in purple shorts and matching top, book under her arm, walks up the street to the karate studio, opens the door, and goes in to wait for her ferocious child to finish punching and kicking the air.
Two young men with white shirts and ties heading south on the sidewalk, one with a backback and suit jacket. Mormons? Private school kids?
UPS truck arrives, driver with pig-tailed hair pulls up in front of and goes into Pro Pacific. Then she gets back in the truck and drives out.