Just stopped in a pharmacy here in Brooklyn where I live, hoping to buy a syringe for refilling (to use before I get the syringe bottles that Yanks recommended). Went to the counter and asked the little old lady there if they sell syringes. She gave me a once-over, muttered that I needed a prescription for them, and then turned away and started fiddling with some papers to signal "conversation closed." Whoa, never felt like a junkie before today... I tried to explain to her what it was for, but she wouldn't have none of it. Argh. Went to an art supply store and found a little squeeze bottle with a steel tip, that should work just fine in a pinch 
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