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It’s now daytime. Shlomo waits by the hallway for the communal bathroom room, somewhat impatiently.

Shlomo
How long are you gonna take, shiksa?

FRAME 2
Shlomo’s body language borders on dramatic histrionics.

Shlomo
I refuse to wait more than a century for your primping to be done!

FRAME 3
A wet Zoya peeks out with a flirtatious smirk and a towel covering her. Her hair is now longer, though still short. She’s hiding something behind her back.

Zoya
Oh Shlomo, you’re such a kidder.

FRAME 4
Zoya shows off a short dress.

Zoya
It’s seven degrees outside, so I’m wearing this to work.