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Astra smelt a rat. Surely lacking an anchor wouldn't stop a ship going
anywhere? Rather, wouldn't it mean that it couldn't stop
anywhere? "I don't think we'll be taking you up on your kind offer,
Captain," she said. "Come on, Fred. We're leaving." She grabbed his arm
and dragged him out of the cantina.
Astra was glad to find that the alley was deserted. She let go of Fred, who staggered a little but thankfully remained upright. Then he violently threw up. Astra took a step backwards, but a little too late. "Oh, great!" she said, looking down at the large patches of foul-smelling vomit that now decorated her black velvet dress. "I feel much better now," Fred said when he had finished being sick. "Well, I don't!" Astra retorted.
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