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Now, if this were a murder mystery, and I were a weird Belgian guy with a big mustache, this is the point where I would suddenly stop dead, drop my tiny glass of chocolate liqueur, and say something like "But no! But I have been an imbecile! Imbécile!" And then you'd have to wait another fifty pages or so to find out exactly what the hell I had been talking about. But I won't do that to you. The salutation
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In the book "King Dork" by Frank Portman, the narrator reflects on a pivotal moment reminiscent of classic murder mysteries, suggesting a dramatic revelation akin to a character archetype who pauses in shock. The mention of a peculiar Belgian character emphasizes the absurdity and humor embedded in storytelling conventions. The narrator playfully dismisses the idea of prolonging suspense for the reader, opting instead for clarity and straightforwardness.

This playful tone sets...

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