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Jacen: *murdered someone*
Jaina: *crashed down a ship*
Anakin: *almost blew himself up while trying to deactivate a bomb*
Ben: *got stabbed*
Jack: *inhales* This is it. This is how I'm going to die. Not by fighting in a war or recreational party drugs, but because thid kids insist on giving me a fucking heart attack.
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