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“Yippee.�� Said Will, not exactly brimming over with enthusiasm.
Timaset Skooch reached across the table and packed the notes together. He counted them out too. Seven thousand credits! Then he scooped the coins and the (ugh) gold tooth into an empty glass for the waitress. Seven thousand credits! But what was the plastic slip under it all?”
― Christina Engela, Loderunner