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... atrons didn’t even bother to look up at the new guest. They kept pouring alcohol down their throats, hoping that the chrome-plated nerves would be numbed by the booze, getting them just a little further away from this shithole of reality.
The bartender raised his rough electronic eye and glanced at the ’scavenger’ who carried a makeshift firearm, his arms wrapped in chains. The newcomer, with his female companion, approached the bar and casually tossed a fluorescent bottle cap, saying sk ...
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