Jim feigned sympathy. "Aww did the wittle baby get his feewings hurt? Gonna go cry to mommy?" He threw an arm around Darwin in a gesture of false comradery, drawing his face close with cruel mirth. "Tell me, when she tucks you into your box tonight, will you weep about the big bad car salesmen who saw through your act?" The gathered men hooted with derision. Darwin's cold stare bored into Jim. For the first time, doubt crept into Jim's mind. Had he finally met his match? No, this man was just like the others, he told himself. But a small voice of reason said to end it before things escalated. As Darwin shrugged off the unwanted touch, Jim searched for something, anything to regain the upper hand. But looking into Darwin's eyes again, he found only quiet resolve, and a threat that unnerved him far more than any raised voice could. "You've had your fun. Now cease wasting my time before I'm forced to take more drastic measures." His quiet threat gave the salesman pause. But Darwin
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