[It's early afternoon, and Jack's on a bench in the carnival, holding a bunch of colourful balloons. Every so often he releases one up into the sky, and every so often he hands one to a child who stares too long in wonder. Every so often, too, he gives one to a pretty lady. (Because he's a gentleman.)]
So.
Children.
[He sounds wistful.]What do
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