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It’s more like … suicide.
All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV.
But with the blast shield down, I can’t even see!
The nose?
I want to come with you to Alderaan.
Do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua.
She needs your help.
There’s nothing for me here now.
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