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Pretty stranger, why do you tug at my sleeve? Do you not know that I forsook you long ago, pretty stranger? Your smile reminds me of someone, yet memories fade, words escape me, but you keep pulling, pretty stranger. Why do you cry, oh why do you cry, you lost, sad, pretty stranger? Your lament is so curious, why, oh why do you soak your wavy hair with tears? And what of those little sapphires that most others would call eyes, why would you ruin them for my sake, you lost, sad, pretty stranger. Your touch is soft, yet so tight, why must you make this so difficult, why must the road be so unbearable, why must your beauty be

The middle aged man wearing the olive garbs of the Cadian defence force lazily looked up and down the youth, inspecting his body. His boots were laying atop his desk, his hands holding a book with the Imperial aquilla printed on the cover. He opened his mouth and began addressing the youth. "How old are you, boy?" That last word felt offensive, almost threatening. The young man however did not flinch, he simply stomped his foot against the ground and saluted, trying not to meet the older man's gaze. "23 sir!" The officer shot a more careful glance at the young man...Lean body type, average height, dirty blonde hair and best of all, not a