Azda
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It was a foggy day in the Dagobah swamplands, to the point where you only had about a foot of a clear view. Thinking I was adjusted to the planet, I walked out of my hut, and within a few seconds, I stubbed my toe on a rock.
"Ouch!"
Prone to a short temper, I picked the rock of and force blasted it into the dense fog, to hear it make a splash in a nearby swamp. I then climbed onto a large branch, above the hut, glaring into the everlasting fog.
"Ouch!"
Prone to a short temper, I picked the rock of and force blasted it into the dense fog, to hear it make a splash in a nearby swamp. I then climbed onto a large branch, above the hut, glaring into the everlasting fog.