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There’s nothing for me here now.
How am I supposed to fight?
I want to learn the ways of the Force and be a Jedi, like my father before me.
It is a silly place.
Ye-ha!
There’s nothing for me here now.
I need your help, Luke.
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.
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