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[madroxmadrox]

Jamie Madrox is in the bar, up at the Bar itself. In the tradition of sulking men everywhere he's slowly drowning his sorrows, as evidenced by the two empty beer bottles at his elbow. A third bottle, filled halfway, is clenched in his hand. He's holding it as though it might run off if he lets it.

For better or for worse, there's only one of him today. So far.