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"Don't forget your shoes. It is muddy out there down the Rabbit Hole."
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Arising from his faithful desire to pursue the Palindrome incident, Primo Lanz walked in front of the chamber where the proceeding happened. The empty hall was huge but judging from the sound made by the light tap of his Italian-made shoe on the floor; one could easily hear any whisper. The chamber hall caretaker, a burly man whose lower lip was unusually spread outward, stood from the door as he watched Primo surveyed the place.
"Where did he sit?" Primo asked.
The burly man went towards the first row of chairs in the front chamber and pointed at the two seats with a small table in front of them.
"Can I take a picture?"
"You can. Boss has permitted you."
"Another thing."
"What is it?"
"Can you stand beside it and point at the chair."
