As Jack sat cuffed by wrists and ankles to a metal chair, with only his cell walls for company, his mind wandered. Who decided on cream walls? And why? What is cream? Is it white? It can't be white. If it was white, they'd call it white. Is it a light brown? No, more gold than brown. Jack had been in many cells on many planets in many time periods
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