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"Where the hell is he?" Zil muttered to herself as she looked around the crowded bar for her friend John. He'd been gone for ages, last seen fighting his way through the tightly packed throng ten minutes ago to get them both another drink, and still not yet returned. Zil sighed, and swivelled around on her stool looking at the people about her all laughing and chatting loudly. It was fun just watching people, like being a fly on the wall.

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