“You must have an opinion.” “I don’t. I happily have no opinion on what a grown man who is not me should wear.” The jackal sighed. “You’re useless.” “I have one job. Keeping your crazed fans from tracking you down and stripping the flesh from your bones. That’s it. That’s all I’m supposed to do. I, at no time, said that I would ever help you with your fashion sense.” Rolling his eyes, the jackal laid the jacket on the bed and then stared at it. Like he expected it to tell him something. To actually speak to him.
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