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He stuck the cigarette in his mouth and leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. "Fine by me," he said between puffs. The smoke continued to float to the ceiling until it dissepated into thin air. He looked out the window into the outside world of the bussling capital of Tatooine. Mos Eisley was like an outback version of Nar Shadaa.