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A slim boy walks through the bar door, an empty crisp packet in one hand. Technically he doesn't have to eat, of course, but some of the preservatives are so delightful.

Brushing his hair back with greasy fingers, he - carefully and with great deliberation - drops the litter onto the floor of the bar.

And then he tilts his head to one side, admiring the aesthetics.