[ On this fine Lucetian afternoon, a polite young boy and a loud man are having a mild squabble in the middle of the plaza. Suddenly, however, the boy gets very, very quiet. And smiles, absently reaching for a pocket. ]

Kio, could you please hold out your hand?

Oh, okay!

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-an' stay there, all right? Keep readin'. Or whatever. [. . .] S'dumb to just follow me around. Ye got no clue. Could prolly sell you or dump you somewhere before ye blink. Jus' like your old parents did, I bet. En't like we got money for anythin' else. Then what'll ye do, huh?

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