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Jackson was staring intensely at an old painting when a local thug shoved him aside to take his spot. Jackson didn't say a word; he simply stepped back. But as he walked away, he flicked his lit lighter onto the thug's expensive jacket. By the time the guy felt the heat, his jacket was in flames an…

Jackson was staring intensely at an old painting when a local thug shoved him aside to take his spot. Jackson didn't say a word; he simply stepped back. But as he walked away, he flicked his lit lighter onto the thug's expensive jacket. By the time the guy felt the heat, his jacket was in flames and Jackson had vanished into the crowd.