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... from Jack's hand and throw it away.

"Alright, Doctor, I'll be going to the town now. You want to join in?" Mr. Smith sighed first, then offered Jack a ride.

"Alright, I'll go with you," Jack said as he pushed the gun down, and then he looked at himself; he was wearing pajamas.

"Give me ten minutes," Jack said as he wanted to take a shower and get ready.

Mr. Smith nodded, then left Jack alone. Jack took a shower as usual, then wore his black suit with a black overc ...

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