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JEDHA
08:41
Bags puffing up his cheeks, Abe's tired eyes achingly veered right. Feet kicking slow, wobbly steps that fell cross-wise over each other, he felt a spasm in his chest draw in the deepest breath he could remember accidentally doing, all but burning his nostrils and waking him from a daze.
He looked at the empty orange juice container in his right hand, remembering why he had come here: Jedi cheer practice. What was it today? he tried recalling. Trust exercises? More levitating rocks? Maybe they'll just give us some watercolors and we'll paint with our fingers; your assignment today, class, is to show us what the Force means to you, have fun.
Abe tripped up his own two feet as a little boy suddenly darted across him, almost catching the kid's carelessly crisscrossing legs. Sobered surprise quickly melted away to a smile of admiration, watching the child run off unharmed in the throes of youth; Abe's jealousy only slightly sapped at his nostalgia. But that something familiar only turned sour when the baggage of his own youth came back into full view. He had to look away.
Abe turned shoulder right into a man's saggy chest, "Oops." The man was yelling after the boy, waving his arms like a madman. Abe tried to calm him down, dropping the orange juice to hold both hands to the man's chest, catching him and keeping him there for a moment and compelling him, "Easy. Easy, man. What did he take?" When the man finally made some sense, Abe gathered that the boy had been hungry and stole a bushel of grapes and some cheese wedges. Abe found it surprisingly easy to search his own pockets to find some credits to give the man to sway him to let it go, but soon realized he had none and the man was rediscovering his anger all over again, babbling something about how many times it would take for someone to do something about it and that he'd have to do it himself.
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