Copy in bar walks over to Copy who is chain-smoking cigarettes. Copy says, „How

much for a half-n-half?” Copy scans crowd, exhales, „How much do you have?” Copy

runs fingers through hair and rubs eyes and looks over shoulder (bar cluttered with

business suits and casual wear) says, „Well, I just pulled some out of the bank. It's on

tip of tongue.” Copy exhales, winks at a Copy coveting a glass of Jack, adjusts bra and

thumbs her breast under blouse, „Ten big ones.” The Copy blinks, eyebrows V, spits,

„Ten. Oh come on, that's a little pricey for you.” Copy blows smoke in face, „I said big

ones.” Hands span pockets and wallet while Copy mumbles incoherent self-discrimination.

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Mean while, a Copy over bar and Jack whispers for bartender's ear, „Another drink

for the Copy.” The Copy sees this and sees the Copy walking over to the Copy with

drink in hand. Copy ashes cigarette and says, „What's it going to be, Ten big ones and

half-n-half, or nothing?” The Copy hides face. Copy says, “Well?” The Copy pulls hands

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