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Breeyve stretched himself out on the streambank, basking in the shade of a sparbrush tree. With the Empire gone, he'd been able to return to his homestead from the orbital yards where they'd indentured him. The stream cutting through the layered rock was one of his favorite spots on the property.
He poured a mug of spotchka from the bottle he kept in his speederbags, and laid back against the scrub and rock. Under the soft burble of the creek, the heat - and his worries - slipped away into a clear sky.
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