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Leia’s soles, still dusted with Tatooine’s sand, were exactly as salty as Jabba liked. The Hutt’s groans vibrated through her as his tongue mapped every arch. ‘Mine,’ he hissed. Her glare promised rebellion—but not yet. Not while his grip tightened.
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