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Rogue1-and-a-half Title: Manager: Amphitheatre Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 10/3/06 6:41am Subject: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	Castles Made of Sand (Part I) No Great Honor (Part II) Long Time to Die (Part III) One Day More (Part IV) ****************** "In the aftermath of the Jedi Purge, it is estimated that perhaps two to three hundred Jedi were able to flee the execution of Palpatine's order and find hiding places in out of the way worlds. The sheer number of the Jedi and the margin of error to be found in executing any military operation seems to argue for this. There are those who think that these Jedi were truly cowards, to leave behind their calling and their comrades to death and go into hiding. Perhaps, after thinking on the years of isolation and guilt they must have faced, we can begin to understand that they were perhaps the only Jedi who were truly brave." - Order 66: An Unbiased History, Dervig Doeg. DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN Silas Maxwell walked a quiet street, a cool breeze ruffling his unkempt hair. He felt old most times, but when the breeze was cool on his face like this, he felt, not really young, but less tired, more alive. He paused on the step outside the town's one tavern, paused and felt the breeze again. He opened the door and stepped into the warm darkness of the tavern, let the door swing shut behind him. He scanned the crowd and found her with his eyes. She was talking to another man at the bar, but when she met his eyes, she smiled with them, her lips still speaking to the man before her, her eyes sending messages to the man at the door. Silas smiled back and found his way to a table. It wasn't his way to disturb her; it was a job she had and when it was convenient, she would make her way to him. Generally soon and no less so today. He had taken one drink from the serving droid when Res stepped to his table and seated herself next to him, settling into the crook of his arm like it was the most natural place in the world. "Hey," she said. "Hey," he said. "You have time for me?" "I make time for you," she said. He downed his drink, after offering her a sip. Then the two of them stood, she took his hand and led him out of the main tavern, into the private rooms behind, into a place where privacy could beget intimacy. -----signature----- I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without having ever felt sorry for itself.
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 10/3/06 10:49am Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	I can't wait for more! Could you put me on the PM list if you've got one going? -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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JadeSolo Title: NSF managing NSWFF Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 10/3/06 11:04am Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	"Hey," he said. "You have time for me?" "I make time for you," she said. Love it. Simple and to the point. Now I'll have to read the other four stories. If you have a PM list, please put me on it! -----signature----- "If you expect a kick in the balls and you get a slap in the face, it's a victory." "May God bless you and keep you always...I mean that in a civic deist way." -Prof. Siegel "No guaranteed money, but all guaranteed fun!"
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Rogue1-and-a-half Title: Manager: Amphitheatre Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 10/5/06 7:52am Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	Wow . . . new readers! I don't think anybody's been reading through part 2 - 4! I'll put you both on my PM list and I hope you enjoy the first four! Here's a trailer I worked up for this one. BLACK SCREEN A single pinpoint of light shows in the center of the screen. VO: (MARCA) There is a courage that most people do not recognize . . . The light grows as the camera rushes towards it, slowly revealing it to be a light burning in the window of a small house. VO: (MARCA) And there is a cowardice as well . . . The light is extinguished, leaving the screen in darkness. Shot of MARCA stepping off of a ship into a small, quiet town. VO: (MARCA) The courage and the cowardice are the same . . . Shot of an older man, dark haired and wizened, SILAS, leaning his head on one hand and grinning. VO: (MARCA) It is to hide the truth . . . Shot of MARCA and SILAS facing each other in a dark room. SILAS: I wonder if you can understand darkness. MARCA: I wonder if you can. BLACK SCREEN. Music picks up as images flash across the screen. MARCA running down the quiet street. ST. VINCENT snapping a sight onto his laser rifle A big beefy man, YELLIK, aiming a blaster and shouting in anger SILAS kicking a table across the room A small child running toward the camera through a cloud of sand SILAS surrounded by a whirlwind of sand ST. VINCENT snapping a salute A woman, REST, slipping out a door into an alley and breaking into a run A Star Destroyer snapping out of hyperspace A small ship skimming over the ground and clipping through a stand of trees YELLIK spinning and diving for a blaster rifle. BLACK SCREEN VO: (YELLIK) He's here! A lightsaber snaps into existence at the end of a dark street, hissing in the rain. BLACK SCREEN The mechanical breathing of DARTH VADER is heard. BLACK SCREEN. VO: GILLIAN ANDERSON Shot of RES ruffling a child's hair with her hand. VO: PIERCE BROSNAN Shot of ST. VINCENT raising his rifle and then lowering it. VO: RALPH FIENNES Shot of THERON straightening his uniform. VO: VAL KILMER Shot of YELLIK slapping RES VO: AL PACINO Shot of SILAS slowly opening a cabinet. VO: GUY PEARCE Shot of MARCA laughing. VO: And JAMES EARL JONES Shot of VADER turning toward the camera. BLACK SCREEN Letters of white appear on the background of black: DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN -----signature----- I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without having ever felt sorry for itself.
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Rogue1-and-a-half Title: Manager: Amphitheatre Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 10/9/06 4:26pm Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	Davin Yellick was counting his credit chips, getting the wrong answer and counting them again, a bitter kind of anger growing in his stomach the whole time. Someone was skimming off the top and damn it that would not stand. He was a good man; he was a good boss. He let the girls have their pick and if anyone got rough with them, well, he put them down and put them down hard. His girls were to be respected. Respected for what they were, but respected. And the rest of his staff . . . days off, sick days, and damn good pay for the kind of grunt work they did. And now someone had the nerve to skim off the top to take advantage of his good nature, of his basic human decency. That would not stand. He was good to everyone who was good to him; cross Davin Yellick, though, and you got it across the face, you got it in your gut and you . . . Oh, there it was; my mistake, Yellick thought sourly. Well, anyone could have miscounted. Res Turnig came out of the back room; it was late, very late. Most all the customers had gone home, but one of her customers was still with her apparently. Good for Res; she had a way of getting her hooks in and making them come back for more every time. It was that old goon from the edge of town, Yellick realized, Silas or Silack or Sarlacc or something . . . Yellick couldn't get it. He let the girls have their pick. And for some reason, Res, who could have had any man in town by the nose, had picked on that broken down old hobo. He was a favorite, Yellick could tell that without having to be told. He paid, sure, but he didn't mind paying. And she didn't ask him to pay, not ever. Oh, they were favorites of each other, that's for sure. Well, Yellick thought, he's old; he probably just takes it slow enough for her to catch a nap. He snuffed a laugh. Res came over to the table. "I'm going to bed, Dav," she said. "Ain't had enough of that yet, huh?" Yellick said. "Funnier every night, Dav, funnier every night," Res said, turning away. "He paid, right?" Yellick asked, to annoy her, knowing he had. "Of course," she said. "When was the last time someone walked out on me without paying, huh?" "Yeah, just checking," Yellick said. "Have a good night's sleep." "You too, Dav," she said, and she touched him briefly on the shoulder before she walked away. Davin Yellick downed his glass and set it back on the table with a crack. "Hey," he said, turning in his seat. "Res. Everything okay?" Res turned back to him, eyes shining in the darkened bar. "Fine, Dav and thanks." "Just checking," Yellick said. "Just checking." -----signature----- I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without having ever felt sorry for itself.
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Rogue1-and-a-half Title: Manager: Amphitheatre Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 10/10/06 8:24am Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	Silas Maxwell trudged home through the darkened street. It was late, extremely late and he was tired with the kind of euphoric exhaustion that comes of being with someone you care about deeply. It was, he reflected, rather strange . . . A shadow moved at the corner of the street and Silas felt his heart leap into his throat. A small boy stepped out of the shadows. "Hey, Silas." Silas grinned easily and walked on. "Hey, Tod, what are you doing up so late?" "I'm up early," Tod said. "Are you up late?" Silas laughed. "Yeah, I'm up late. Why are you up so early?" "Going fishing," Tod said, raising the pole in his hand. "Wanna come?" "I would, but I'm old, man," Silas said. "Got to get my sleep." Tod laughed, the easy laugh of a ten year old in the early morning. "Okay. Later." "Later," Silas said as Tod plodded off into the darkness. Silas returned to his thoughts. Strange, he had been thinking, that after all this time, he still couldn't use the word 'love,' not even just within his own head. It seemed a cowardice and a rationalization: 'cared deeply about?' Why couldn't he just say what needed to be said, step up and do the right thing? Silas slipped his hands into his sleeves and stood in a posture of meditation; but then he'd never been good at doing the right thing. Not for many years. He couldn't see himself, a particular trait of human physiology. Had he seen himself, standing in the middle of the darkened street, his hands inside his robe, his head bowed in thought, he would have been struck, struck by the resemblance to something long dead, reminded of the hero he had once been and would never be again. -----signature----- I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without having ever felt sorry for itself.
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 10/10/06 10:08am Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	You've got some great characters here! Res came over to the table. "I'm going to bed, Dav," she said. "Ain't had enough of that yet, huh?" Yellick said. "Funnier every night, Dav, funnier every night," Res said, turning away. "He paid, right?" Yellick asked, to annoy her, knowing he had. "Of course," she said. "When was the last time someone walked out on me without paying, huh?" "Yeah, just checking," Yellick said. "Have a good night's sleep." "You too, Dav," she said, and she touched him briefly on the shoulder before she walked away. Davin Yellick downed his glass and set it back on the table with a crack. "Hey," he said, turning in his seat. "Res. Everything okay?" Res turned back to him, eyes shining in the darkened bar. "Fine, Dav and thanks." "Just checking," Yellick said. "Just checking." Really liked that exchange. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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Rogue1-and-a-half Title: Manager: Amphitheatre Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 10/12/06 6:17am Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	It was a quiet town on a quiet planet and only once a week was that quiet disturbed by the arrival of a transport ship from off planet. The people in the small town lived their lives, measured by the arrival of that ship. They marked their weeks by it, they gauged their years. It usually brought nothing of real interest. Unlike many isolated planets, it was technologically advanced. All communication on and off planet traveled the standard comm traffic lines and the planet got its news from holofeed, just like any other planet. There were even, on the planet, a handful of personal ships with hyperdrive capability. Most of them, though, were short range ships, intended only for travelling from one part of the planet to the other. It was a place where like minded people had slowly gathered, over the hundreds of years the planet had been populated; people gathered on this planet who preferred a slower pace, didn't care about seeing the rest of the galaxy and simply wanted to live their lives in exactly that way: simply. Once a week, the transport arrived; no news or mail needed to come. No supplies either generally; crops were home grown by a large farming community on the western continent of the planet. Fuel too, was here in small quanitities, but sufficent for the needs. So the transport usually brought nothing but tourists or curiosity seekers and that was of no interest to the people of this town or of this planet. But this day, the day of the transport's arrival, brought somone quite new. A man stepped off the transport ship, a small bag in one hand, another on his back, and looked around the still street with a sigh of relief. The transport left in twenty minutes. He wouldn't be on it. He was staying. His name was Ryst Marca. And he needed a place to hide. This, he thought, would do nicely. -----signature----- I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without having ever felt sorry for itself.
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 10/12/06 7:14am Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	But this day, the day of the transport's arrival, brought somone quite new. A man stepped off the transport ship, a small bag in one hand, another on his back, and looked around the still street with a sigh of relief. The transport left in twenty minutes. He wouldn't be on it. He was staying. His name was Ryst Marca. And he needed a place to hide. This, he thought, would do nicely. Well now, this is an interesting development. Looking forward to more! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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JadeSolo Title: NSF managing NSWFF Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 10/15/06 12:43pm Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	I love your OCs! They have so much history in such few words. He was good to everyone who was good to him; cross Davin Yellick, though, and you got it across the face, you got it in your gut and you . . . Oh, there it was; my mistake, Yellick thought sourly. Well, anyone could have miscounted. Really liked that bit. He goes from good guy to scary guy to tired accountant. Can't wait to see what happens next. -----signature----- "If you expect a kick in the balls and you get a slap in the face, it's a victory." "May God bless you and keep you always...I mean that in a civic deist way." -Prof. Siegel "No guaranteed money, but all guaranteed fun!"
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Rogue1-and-a-half Title: Manager: Amphitheatre Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 10/15/06 6:10pm Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	JadeSolo posted: He was good to everyone who was good to him; cross Davin Yellick, though, and you got it across the face, you got it in your gut and you . . . Oh, there it was; my mistake, Yellick thought sourly. Well, anyone could have miscounted. Really liked that bit. He goes from good guy to scary guy to tired accountant. Can't wait to see what happens next. Thanks for the praise, both of you. The history of Ryst Marca is not particularly important for this story, being something of an anthology, but of course that history can be deduced from the previous four installments. I'll be doling out the important bits as we go along though, so no pressure. And that particular bit there was more or less inspired by Dan Butler's inspired freakouts on Frasier. **************** Yellick looked up when the new man pushed through the doors into the bar, his head down, his collar up. It was raining outside, a day gone dark early, and the man's collar was up against the rain. Davin Yellick recognized a goldmine when he saw one. Those eyes were hidden, but something in the way the shadows fell made Yellick recognize deep pain; and those with deep pain would pay through the nose for shallow comfort: alcohol, sex, simple companionship. Yellick made his way through the crowd, as the new man made his way toward the bar. The two intersected at the bar. "Whiskey," the new man said. "On the house," Yellick said, knocking on the bar beside the man. "Appreciate it." Yellick recognized the type. No false modesty here, no overactive pride causing the rejection of charity. You offer something free, he takes it. A man after Yellick's own heart. "Davin Yellick," he said, extending a hand. "Owner of this establishment. New in town. Came in today?" "Yes, I did," the other man said, shaking Yellick's hand firmly. "Ryst Marca. Sometime trader, looking for a place to be alone for a while." "I understand that," Yellick said. The bartender placed a drink before Marca, another before Yellick. "I'll just take the one drink with you and then let you get to your solitude," Yellick said, taking his hand back. A friendly slap on the shoulder? No. Not just at the moment. "Appreciate it," Marca said, leaving it vague as to the intent of his gratitude: the drink or the promise of solitude. Yellick raised his glass and Marca tipped his own against it. "Slow town, I take it?" Marca said. "Only one ship comes in a week," Yellick said. "More people leave on it than arrive." Marca downed his glass in one swig. Yellick sipped his, considering drawing out the conversation and then rejecting it with a quick gulp of his own. "Good," Marca said. "Good." -----signature----- I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without having ever felt sorry for itself.
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Rogue1-and-a-half Title: Manager: Amphitheatre Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 10/16/06 7:20am Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	Silas left the bar late again, patience once again giving him the privacy he needed. "Have a good night, Davin," he said. "Yeah, same to you," Yellick said, lifting a tired hand in farewell. Silas stood on the street, in the cool night air for a long moment. The rain had drifted away, the night was cool and temperate, the breeze bringing odors of dampness to him. He heaved a sigh and started down the street toward his home. Yellick looked up as Res stood in the doorway to her room. "Hey," Yellick said. "You see that new guy? Marca? Came in today?" Res shook her head. "I don't believe I did." "He looked familiar," Yellick said. "Looked real familiar. Not sure if I know him or just reminds me of someone. Don't know." At Res' skirt, movement rustled. She looked down and smiled a smile of pure exhaustion. "Hey," she said, reaching down, running her hand over the head of her son. "Hi, kid," Yellick said, waving offhandedly. The two year old smiled with the kind of serenity only a child can muster and clutched at his mother's clothes. "He's up kind of late." "Yeah," Res said. "Too much excitement out here tonight." "Some nights you just can't get a drunk to be quiet," Yellick smirked. Res smiled again. "Yeah. Night, Dav." "Night, Res. Night, kid." Damned if he hadn't forgotten the brat's name. Again. What was so hard about that? Davin Yellick pushed away the fear; his mind was having trouble again, making mistakes, letting stupid things slip him up. Nah. Nah. Just tired. That's all. Nothing to be afraid of. -----signature----- I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without having ever felt sorry for itself.
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 10/18/06 10:45am Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	Great update! "Some nights you just can't get a drunk to be quiet," Yellick smirked. Res smiled again. "Yeah. Night, Dav." "Night, Res. Night, kid." Damned if he hadn't forgotten the brat's name. Again. What was so hard about that? Davin Yellick pushed away the fear; his mind was having trouble again, making mistakes, letting stupid things slip him up. Nah. Nah. Just tired. That's all. Nothing to be afraid of. I loved it. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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Rogue1-and-a-half Title: Manager: Amphitheatre Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 10/20/06 6:58pm Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	Ryst Marca was sitting outside the next morning, a morning rather cool, the air still sweet from the soft rain of the night before. He was smoking, slowly, carefully, letting the tabacc soothe his mind and calm his nerves. And then the kid ran by, screaming at the top of his lungs. Games, that was all it was, Marca could tell. Kids screamed one way when in trouble, another way when playing. Adults only screamed one way. Kid, ten years old probably, playing around in the street, waving a stick around like it was a gun. Marca started to stand, head back to his room. "Trouble you for a cigarette," an old man said, stepping next to him. "Sure," Marca said, reaching inside, recognizing the man from the bar the night before. "New in town?" the man said, taking Marca's pack and sliding a cigarette out of it. Marca noted him staring at the pack. "Cheap, I know," Marca said. "And yes, just came in yesterday." "Silas is the name," the old man said, lighting the cigarette, handing the pack back. "Who's the kid?" Marca asked. "And how should I know?" "Small town," Marca said. "Yes, it is. Name's Tod." "Is he always loud?" "He's always happy." "Well, good for him." "You sound bitter," Silas said. "You act nosy," Marca snapped. "That's because I am," Silas said with a grin. "Well, the same holds true for me," Marca said, standing. "Talk to you later," Silas said. "Sure," Marca answered, slipping his pack back into his pocket, stepping back into his room. Silas held the cigarette until Marca had disappeared and then he dropped it. The cigarettes weren't Imperial, weren't packed in the Imperial style that the cadets all seemed to learn at the academy. But they weren't unlabeled either, weren't from the fringe. So, not an Imperial, probably not a bounty hunter. And that, not a cigarette, was what Silas had wanted. -----signature----- I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without having ever felt sorry for itself.
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JadeSolo Title: NSF managing NSWFF Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 10/20/06 10:07pm Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	Those eyes were hidden, but something in the way the shadows fell made Yellick recognize deep pain; and those with deep pain would pay through the nose for shallow comfort: alcohol, sex, simple companionship. A line like that adds so much to the tone of the story. Loved the back-and-forth between Silas and Marca. It's like reading a pulp fiction novel. And the way Silas deduced information just from a pack of cigarettes was too cool. Also, great cast list in the trailer! You picked some of the best-looking people in Hollywood. -----signature----- "If you expect a kick in the balls and you get a slap in the face, it's a victory." "May God bless you and keep you always...I mean that in a civic deist way." -Prof. Siegel "No guaranteed money, but all guaranteed fun!"
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Rogue1-and-a-half Title: Manager: Amphitheatre Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 10/21/06 1:36pm Subject: RE: Darkness on the Edge of Town (Ryst Marca Saga, Part V)
	Ryst Marca was back in the bar that night, as most of the townspeople were. Things were still fairly slow and he had a moment to see Res taking a break. He strolled over and sat next to her. "Hey," he said. "I think I remember you." She looked up and furrowed her brow. "Oh, yeah . . . when was that?" "Three years? Four?" Marca asked. "This was a nice place then. The town I mean. Had a nice breather here." "I remember you," Res said, memories slowly coming back. "You had a wife, didn't you?" "Yeah," Marca said, looking away. "Yeah, I did." "She with you again?" Res asked. "Nah," Marca said. "She, um, she died." "Sorry to hear that," Res said. "Thought I needed another breather, all things considered," Marca said, draining his glass. "Sure, of course," Res said. "So, this place is new though," Marca said. "Met the owner last night. He's new too." "Came through about a year and a half ago," Res said. "Big shot on Coruscant, but he lost his place there. Don't know the details. Came here and saw the void he could fill." "Well, yeah, gotta have a place to get drunk and get a girl," Marca said. "Every town," Res said. "Exactly," Marca said. "So what brings you here tonight?" Res gave a tiny half smile and one of her eyelids fluttered briefly with just a start of humored surprise. "Oh." She laughed then. "I work here, Marca." "Oh," Marca said. Looking away, a smile crept over his face. "Well, really put my foot in the Sarlacc, didn't I?" The two laughed. "So what happened?" Marca asked. "You were doing that other thing when I was here last . . . the restaurant." "Yeah," Res said. "Yeah. Well, you know, life changes and you do what you have to do." Marca looked away again. "Yeah, I guess you do." -----signature----- I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without having ever felt sorry for itself.
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