[Jack's was eager to hear more, but that tale quiets him down. In the end, though, a smile curves his lips again, even if this time it doesn't reach his eyes.] I dunno, he might be more like me than you think.
[But he wants to move swiftly on from that thought, so he's already trying to prompt another.] So, tell me what your America is like.
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[But he wants to move swiftly on from that thought, so he's already trying to prompt another.] So, tell me what your America is like.