Surrounded by the bustle of the Holuvian Interstellar market, I finally admit how bad of a pickle Iām in.
No, not just a pickle. This is worse. Itās a situation.
This situation has left me stranded on an unknown planet with nary a coin nor friend to my name. I grip my hat, jostled by the floods of spaceport locals filling the garish marketplace, yet I feel, remarkably⦠alone.
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