I can't stand parties...yeah, yeah, I know, I sound like a huge misanthrope saying that but...the people, the music, the fact that everyone in the room wants to kill you and wear your skin as a dress...it just isn't my thing. And is that Boba Fett, there on the corner?
What could you say about a nomad?
Not much, really...no future, no past...just the desert, and whatever there is behind the next dune. And maybe...just maybe...out there there's a nomad in search of a companion.
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