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- Dec 13, 2012
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It was a rather warm, and nice evening on the Smuggler's Moon (as nice as it'll ever be).The disgusting buildings looked a little less slimy and grummy today. The tourists, beggars and gamblers were a little less annoying. Even the barely breathable, polluted air smelled a little fresher today. This was because it was Friday, which Liran thought of as a holiday in a way. Of course, Liran would be spending this Friday in a nice little club on Nar Shaddaa, near the Promenade.
Liran would sit in a booth in the club, close to the back, sitting done there with his helmet off. He took a sip of his liquor, sighing in relief. But somehow, even with the success of his career, he did feel something he wouldn't have expected; regret. These were feelings he would attempt to repress and dismiss, but it never went away.
Liran would sit in a booth in the club, close to the back, sitting done there with his helmet off. He took a sip of his liquor, sighing in relief. But somehow, even with the success of his career, he did feel something he wouldn't have expected; regret. These were feelings he would attempt to repress and dismiss, but it never went away.