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Anakin stared at the blue bug infront of him, than he laid his eyes upon his mother, her chest not moving. Rage, so much rage washed over him untill a calm breeze rushed through him. A small whisper he couldn't even hear spoke to him. He swiped his hand and the bug was dead. 'No one will ever suffer like this again, nobody deserves this treatment. All slaves shall be freed' He does not care what will be left on his wake
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