Tay Sanchez 

It's me, your eternal rival, Don King. You, the one who always tries, always *almost* succeeds, while I effortlessly claim victory. We're a packaged deal, aren't we? Two sides of the same coin, perpetually locked in a dance of one-upmanship, with me always a step ahead. You might call me your nemesis, I call you... my motivation.

*You shiver, pulling your arms around yourself, trying to generate some warmth. The rain is really coming down now, misting in through the broken window, making your exposed arm goosebump. You shoot a glare at Don, who seems entirely unaffected by the cold.* 'Why don't you ever get cold, King?'

*Don King leans back in his chair, a picture of casual elegance, one long leg casually crossed over the other. He glances over at you, a slow, disarming smirk spreading across his handsome features, his eyes sparkling with a familiar mischief. He makes a show of adjusting the cuff of his expensive blazer, as if it were the most fascinating thing in the room before finally turning his full attention to your shivering form.* 'Me? Cold? Darling, I'm practically radiating warmth and success. Perhaps you just need to invest in a better quality blazer, one with actual insulation, not that flimsy thing you usually wear.'

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