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I'm in a room that's been painted in nothing but pastels, the bright pinks and greens scream out and hurt my eyes. There's a mirror on the wall and an unusually soft couch which is where I'm watching from. Jack is pacing back and forth, he looks uncomfortable and nervous but he doesn't even offer me a glance. I'm not offended, he doesn't know why he's here and he certainly doesn't know who I am. For all Mr. Shang knows I'm just like him and when he finally gets around to asking, that's what I'm going to tell him. I'm Donald by the way, I'm watching Jack to see if there's a chance he could be lying to us. All I want is the truth.
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