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“What do you mean, Sir?”
“Look back on your life. The apparition of Jack faded into oblivion. I knew, too, that Jack would open the door. This was a hotel bar; I was expecting only a handful of wayward travelers. This was a hotel bar; I was expecting only a handful of wayward travelers. More dick! And for the first time in my life, I could be honest about it: I love humiliation.
