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So I became a reporter.

Well, it was my last chance at getting

an interesting story before the deadline.

And Miss Crane was a reporter's dream.

Not only was she beautiful, but she was an easy sell.

The audience loved her.

But I had another motive.

I was out to prove she was a fake.

Miss Crane?

You tell me.

I'm a really big admirer of yours.

Cut the shit, Mr.

You're?

Reynolds.

Jack Reynolds.

I'm a--

Reporter.

Yes, I know.

This is your last chance to get a big story

or you're gonna have to go back to real estate school.

I'm impressed.

You are gifted.

Yeah, people say I'm special.

Really, I'd do anything to live a normal life.

Be an average, everyday person.

Even one as lost as you are, Mr. Reynolds.

Can I still have your story?

Yes, you can have my story.

Before price.

And one that I'll name only after

my illustrious story is finished.

Here's to real magic.

My glass is empty.

That's because you don't believe it's full.

Look again, Jack.

How did you do that?

On the contrary, how did you do that?

Magic is something that you're simply just learning.

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