Hey Padmé! My name is Anakin and, although I'm only six and you're about twenty-four, we're going to get married. I'm going to become evil and try to kill you but you survive and I loose an arm and, you know, body and become Darth Vader. While I'm becoming Darth Vader, you have my twins but insist they must be separated and then unfortunatly die.
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