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theres a place here. the LunaBelle. fancy eatin place kinda far in
they gotta load of droids here that dont WANNA be here, got it? i wanna help em leave. but one against a bunch aint really good odds for anybody
got some shit i can trade if you got the manpower to clear this mess out
they gotta load of droids here that dont WANNA be here, got it? i wanna help em leave. but one against a bunch aint really good odds for anybody
got some shit i can trade if you got the manpower to clear this mess out
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[She smiles down at the gift in her hands. She can't remember the last time they had the resources to let her do what she wanted whenever she wanted.]
Yeah. Don't have to waste anymore paint. Kinda can't believe you're just givin' it away.
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[But the next question earns the slightest shrug.]
I'm not an artist. I'd rather see it get some work from someone that would appreciate it.
I consider myself lucky enough to be able to play my guitar again.
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Everybody's an artist. You don't have to be good to make something somebody would appreciate. [Her art had never held a candle to Party's, but she'd never been made to feel bad about it.]
You don't got one here?