There’s nothing for me here now.
The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
How am I supposed to fight?
The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by Rebel spies.
It’s more like … suicide.
I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you.
I need your help, Luke.
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