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The book of love is long and boring
Thankfully Nate walked at a decent pace so he could keep up, Sam's short legs and currently depleted stamina not lending itself to a swift walking speed. He tried not to look too offended at the description of Zeph, though he was beginning to wonder if he had vastly different standards for 'old' to everyone else, with even the smuggler himself calling 34 old. "...Yes. He's v-very nice and he l..lets me stay for free." It was probably obvious from Sams quiet smile that he felt a certain way about the man, but he didn't notice himself looking so bashful.
The question about his losses was inevitable enough. Sam sighed and shrugged. "I...t-told the Voice I did...didn't want anything t-to do with her anymore. So she...t..tt..took what she'd gi..v-ven me." Hopefully he didn't have to explain further than that: more than anyone, Nate would know just how much he had had taken from him.
The question about his losses was inevitable enough. Sam sighed and shrugged. "I...t-told the Voice I did...didn't want anything t-to do with her anymore. So she...t..tt..took what she'd gi..v-ven me." Hopefully he didn't have to explain further than that: more than anyone, Nate would know just how much he had had taken from him.
No one can lift the damn thing
