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» I stood on the sidewalk in front of the house that used to be mine, ready for a fight. Anyone who looked at me probably wouldn’t think me much of a fighter—a small otter, not even four feet tall, somewhat on the pudgy side. Anyone who knew my opponent,

I stood on the sidewalk in front of the house that used to be mine, ready for a fight.

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