8″I sit behind my desk in my office, and light a cigarette. It’s on the top floor of a regular looking skyscraper in the city. I lean back in my chair, and watch you walk in. I look you up and down, and smirk. State your name and your age. And then tell me what you did that was so bad to end up here. I drag my cigarette. I know the answers, but I want to watch you squirm a bit. Answer me, now.
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