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“Hey Artie, what’s up?” An unkempt twenty-something guy with a voluminous shoulder-length brown hair and blue-black sunglasses on grinned at his friend.  “Hey Fuzzy.  Can I ask you a favour?” Uzzi sighed at the old nick-name, a reference both to his name and his bear-like stature.  He shrugged.  “Sure.  Come in, have you eaten lately?  You’re looking a little hollow.” Artie nodded eagerly, and followed his taller friend into his apartment kitchen.  “It’s been a rough couple months, you know?  Ever since I lost the job, really.  Nobody’s hiring, but all my friends are here...