You get stopped by the Interplanetary Border Guard on your way to the shuttle. Inside his little tower, the guard's black hair is in a fresh crew cut, he's white, fit, seems eager, a parody of a masculine soldier. You hand him your passport, he looks at it and says "wait here please" and walks away, into an office where more border guards are talking... Minutes pass.
You pray. You are so afraid. You think of your lover, and if you'll be kept apart from her. You look off at the horizon, trying to appear calm, and wonder if this stress is worth it, or if you're just not taking care of yourself. Are you being committed or reckless? It's hard to tell. You wait.
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