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Young Kwak photo
The author varied her weapons of choice depending on her next target.
I pick up a mirrored glass candle holder from an industrial shelf of fragile items, inhale sharply, and chuck it against a concrete-and-brick wall. Smash! The crystalline applause of shattered glass fills the room. Next, I place a delicate purple vase on the cement floor and roll a bowling ball its way until — puh-kshhh! — the vase pops and collapses to bits. This is all legal. In fact, I paid to do
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