Onderon
Len wiped some of the sweat from his brow. It was a very hot summer day, with people lazily walking down the sidewalk. It was as if the sun made time itself almost stop completely.
As usual, hardly anyone purchased any of the partially spoiled tomatoes and cucumbers he'd gathered up this morning from the shabby garden in his back yard. He'd made a grand total of ten credits. Well, at least he'd be able to get something for him and his mother to eat tonight. Maybe even a little something for tomorrow morning.
Len looked at the credit chips in his hand, slipping them into the pocket of his ragged pants. He'd stay out just a little longer before closing up "shop" and heading home.
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