“In the end, a Trug surveyor rescued me off that unknown rock,” the old spacer concluded.
Dav looked to the arthropod Trug he shared beers with. “This is him?”
“Her. We got married.”
The bartender blinked looking between the cricket-like alien and the old man.
“Lonely souls, small ship, long trip…”
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