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She was wearing faded French orbital fatigues and new white sneakers. I been lookin' for you, man. She took a seat opposite him, her elbows on the table. The sleeves of the blue zip suit had been ripped out at the shoulders; he automatically checked her arms for signs of terms or the needle. Want a cigarette? She dug a crumpled pack of Yeheyuan filters from an ankle pocket and offered him one.