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He
opened
a
soft
pack
of
Lucky
Strikes
with
a
dirty
thumbnail
,
took
a
cigarette
,
offered
one
to
Shadow
.
Shadow
was
about
to
take
one
,
automatically
-
he
did
not
smoke
,
but
a
cigarette
makes
good
barter
material
-
when
he
realized
that
he
was
no
longer
inside
.
He
shook
his
head
.
"
You
working
for
our
man
then
?
"
asked
the
bearded
man
.
He
was
not
sober
,
although
he
was
not
yet
drunk
.
"
It
looks
that
way
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
What
do
you
do
?
"
The
bearded
man
lit
his
cigarette
.
"
I
’
m
a
leprechaun
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
grin
.
Shadow
did
not
smile
.
"
Really
?
"
he
said
.
"
Shouldn
’
t
you
be
drinking
Guinness
?
"
"
Stereotypes
.
You
have
to
learn
to
think
outside
the
box
,
"
said
the
bearded
man
.
"
There
’
s
a
lot
more
to
Ireland
than
Guinness
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
have
an
Irish
accent
.
"
"
I
’
ve
been
over
here
too
fucken
long
.
"
"
So
you
are
originally
from
Ireland
?
"
"
I
told
you
.
I
’
m
a
leprechaun
.
We
don
’
t
come
from
fucken
Moscow
.
"
