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"Hey, how much for a three-finger bag?"

Somehow, by virtue of being my father's daughter, controversy erupts around me. No, it's not marijuana that I have, carried out in the open in a giant ziploc bag. It is spearmint and peppermint.

The administration has yet to take notice of my minty-fresh breath and so forth. It would probably be rather more obvious should I have quickly shoved it into my bag. Spearmint and peppermint have a distinctive fragrance, which should be rather obvious within a five-seat radius.

"Spearmint. Suuuuuuuuuuure," said the guy who'd asked me what my prices were.

Crossposted. comments.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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