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NAVICHET: (Closing her eyes, leaning back) Arright. (She leans against the rocky edge of the rise, legs crossed) But I want some goddam amenities, right? I want to trade. (Spondule clenches his eyes shut, angry) You want a bed, right? For a couple nights... You want a drink. You want to take a break-- don’t you?

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