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Petra sits in the shade of the lake outside of the bar watching the sunrise. How pleasant it was for winter to have faded, no need for a coat outside any more.
She shakes her head, she had something to do. She holds up a sphere in her hand and closes her eyes, whispering.
I wish that Boba Fett will live through his return to his universe.
She keeps it simple. No need to tempt fate by asking for more then life. She has the feeling that Fett will make his own luck from there.
Standing she brushes grass off of her pants and returns to her room.
She shakes her head, she had something to do. She holds up a sphere in her hand and closes her eyes, whispering.
I wish that Boba Fett will live through his return to his universe.
She keeps it simple. No need to tempt fate by asking for more then life. She has the feeling that Fett will make his own luck from there.
Standing she brushes grass off of her pants and returns to her room.