I hear them before I see them. Loud and scary, out of necessity. Now, they’re Edgers, they have to be rough around the edges. Tough life, theirs – not one I’d want. I like the cushy comforts and the safety of the Inlands; we’d have neither if it wasn’t for them, keeping the enemy out.
SoI feel bad about not wanting Edgers in my eatery. But they’ve terrible table manners. A big bunch of them will drive potential patrons away. They like to fight among themselves, and they’re not afraid of throwing cutlery.
I prefer to admire their roughness from afar.
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I chose “Like” because you cover the good and bad sides of these folk. As a total outsider, I find this group, well, intriguing. But I do get to think without the exigency of dealing directly. Thank you for illumination!
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There’s always two sides to everything, isn’t there? Thank you for reading!
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Edgers, aptly named, are rough and difficult, like standing on the edge. Good story
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Thank you! Glad you liked the name.
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Well, we’ve all met people like that – once you wouldn’t want to share a table with. I like the name Edgers – very evocative. They’re outsiders in everyway
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Have to admit I was rather pleased with the name, too. Thanks, Lynn!
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Succinct, but gets the point across – just right
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This sounds like something from a story along the lines of The Hunger Games, very intriguing…
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Thank you 🙂
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