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Part 1 Mr. Cuttings pulled his tall top hat down over his eyes, a bottle of Flahney's Strong Whiskey cradled in his hand like a cherished heirloom. He belched loudly and wiped his mouth with the back of his thick hand. He was sure with the parade and the Fourth Tax Movement that he would be devoid of customers for at least the rest of the day. But the people couldn't ignore their lusts for long. Those lusts, at least, Cuttings could count on. Sotherby might have the longer-lasting models, but Cuttings could always be depended upon for the most alluring droids. He made sure they were that way--he used them himself. Of course, he marketed the

Stepping up To our final hours Stepping up into a darker light Whisperings of our destinies that Surround us Yet we can hear nothing Except the pounding knell of our own Hearts Loud and desperate Speaking of our Unknown fates that enclose Around us I hear you speaking faintly You have to take care of her! You hear me? And I realize You are thinking of me Before your fate And not of yourself --for the thought of me. But silence for a moment Silence between you and I Silence, and Chewie`s soft And mournful purr Holding onto me, or I`ll not See you away See you away from me Silence, and I`ll tell you But our