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Kulatai, you can't know how much I'm looking forward to your return from Keren. Since you left, things are pretty much proceeding as normal in this swampy, lawless little town. I smile, I keep dancing for the ladies, I relax in the hotel lobby with some home-brewed tea -- but it's just not the same without you.
I miss you most during those times when I turn a corner and I just get a bad feeling, like something is about to happen. I had a moment like that last night.
I had an out-of-town gig lined up, so I was getting ready to head out. While waiting for the shuttle, I noticed a Zabrak man dancing around in his underwear on the platform, laughing and joking with a couple friends. Somebody tipped him 1 credit as a joke, and he was very amused by that. So I thought, why not, I will play along too -- I tipped him 20 credits and winked at him suggestively. Being a dancer by trade, and having this sort of thing happen to me all the time, it doesn't seem like anything remarkable, regardless of who it comes from.
Well, apparently one of his buddies really didn't like that. (Jealous maybe?) The buddy, a squat man in a dirty gunman's duster, turned to me, frowned and began to sputter, "I knew it! I knew it!"
I raised an eyebrow at him, but it just made him angrier. He was gnashing his teeth and glaring at me. I was kind of scared he was going to start a fight. But all the same, it was humorous to me to see him so perturbed over a wink. So I smiled and said:
"I was just being polite. I'm not into Zabraks."
The Zabrak fell over laughing at this.
Right that minute, the shuttle landed and I went on my merry way.
Please let me know when you'll be coming back to town -- I'll arrange for a quiet dinner -- well, the quietest one possible, considering all the blaster fire -- and we'll talk.
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