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“Put your pen on the table,” Donald ordered without looking over at Alice. “The ink will spill all over your skin and you don’t want it to stain your clothes.”

He pushed in his chair and stood, pacing around and brainstorming. The man was in deep thought, trying to connect the information with each other.