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In the lobby there are two men agueing. One is the older and familiar face of Manny, everyone's favorite go to guy. The other is the younger and less known face of the man only known as Candy Guy.

"I know you have some, you have to have some, they took them all, I've got to get some-"

Manny shakes his head sadly. "I am sorry for your plight, but there is nothing I can do for you."

"I'll get someone else..someone could pay you, I could pay you, I could, um. I could.."

"There is nothing you can do for me. We've tried this before. You remember what happened last time?"

"It won't be like last time, please-" The candy guy grabs Manny's shirt in a desperate motion. His voice is full of hopelessness and need. "Please"

"I'm sorry, you are going to have to find another way to further your addiction." Manny shrugs Candy Guy's hands off of him and walks away.

Candy Guy looks helpless for a moment, then puts on a false front. "Oh yeah? WELL I don't need you anyway!" He glares at the manager sitting at the desk, and then looks back up at The Manager's tube. He sighs and starts shuffling off toward the clinic. Maybe they've got some left over there..

Who: Mimi, Angel and The Manager
What: Asking for AZT
When: Morning before Mimi and Roger meet

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Mimi bit her lip and re-read the note.

Hey,

We're new Here, and we were told you could sort us out with meds? We need AZT, and we're enclosing our dosages and frequencies in two seperate slips.

Oh, and we adore the Boutique, it's fantastic!

Thank you,

Mimi + Angel

She rolled it up, and placed it in the tube, with the labels from their pill bottles, and sent it up the tube.