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>So. Here I am — in this interrogation room. You sit there, eyes half-closed in disinterest, shoving doughnuts down your throat for a routine fix of sugar and fat to keep you going through your dreadfully difficult day. Your hands and face become even more disgustingly sticky with each sickening bite. I just sat here and smiled as I waited for you to stop cramming shit into your mouth and to actually do your job and ask for a story.
