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"Yes, indeed, dear lady." The fat balding man rubbed his hands together: a gesture that was beginning to grate on Kathryn.
She would be glad when they had left this region of space. Tedious did not begin to describe it.
Across from her Neelix was sulking. The confiscation of his leola root had hit him hard. He was the only one who minded.
Kathryn could hardly wait to program the next segment of her holonovel. In her scenario, vegetables had become telepaths. As for the Inspector, Kathryn wondered if fussy little Kashyk would be flattered by his holographic alter ego.
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