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After the Salad
When New Republic escorts came to return them to their rooms,
Zekk decided to take the first opportunity to escape.
"Don't worry about tonight, Zekk," Jaina said in an understanding
voice. "You're our friend. That's all that matters."
Zekk felt stung by her comment, by the fact that she had even
needed to say such a thing. He didn't belong here. That truth was
etched in burning letters in his brain. He should have known better,
but he pretended that he could fit in with such high-class friends.
When he slipped out the back door of the main dining hall, fully
intending to walk too fast for the rigid escorts to keep up with
him, Jaina tried to stop him. "Wait!" she called. "We're still going
to meet tomorrow, right? We promised to help you get that central
multitasking unit for Peckhum."
Zekk didn't particularly want to go home, but he couldn't stay.
He hurried out into the corridors without answering Jaina. (72)
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