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I’m getting too old for this sort of thing.

I want to learn the ways of the Force and be a Jedi, like my father before me.

Obi-Wan is here.

Escape is not his plan.

All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV.

There’s nothing for me here now.

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