Aurra Sing Goes to the Prom



“Hi, Mr. Sing, I’m here for Aurra… we’re going to the prom.” He fidgeted and his cummerbund glinted.”

Aurra’s dad turned; he wordlessly walked back inside.

“Did you meet her young man?” his wife asked.

“Yep, he’s wearing a coruscant tux. Pretty ostentatious, but it seems forced. He’s probably a hopeless introvert.


Yay! We’re number three, we’re number three.
Gracias amigos!

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