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( he 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠 ; what is a
𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 — who bears no similarity
to his son , tad — doing on the
lush green 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 grounds ?)
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. . . hello , young one .
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( he’s watching her from a
𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 , features alight with a
great c͟u͟r͟i͟o͟s͟i͟t͟ ͟y as he studies this
figure so obviously 𝗻𝗼𝘁 from his
era .
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she feels oddly familiar ; perhaps
he has seen her portrait ? )
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per the regulations set by
twitter policy , this account is
not affiliated with nor does it
intend to impersonate 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹
𝗱𝗮𝘆-𝗹𝗲𝘄𝗶𝘀 or the real historical
figure known as 𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗺 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗻 .
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❍̥͙̊ ︶ ೃ࿔ ︵ ℘ 𝐒͟𝐓͟𝐀͟𝐑͟𝐓͟𝐄͟𝐑͟ 𝐂͟𝐀͟𝐋͟𝐋͟
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𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 this tweet for the admin to
initiate an interaction of varying
length between our muses .
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𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 to spread the word .
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message admin to headcanon .
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𝐴͟ soft chuckle escapes the
aging president at 𝐴͟nakin’s
words , his gentle gray eyes
alight with great 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 .
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“ 𝑰͟ndeed 𝑰͟ am , lad . “ he
hums , crouching down so ⤸
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. . . as to match the shorter
boy’s height .
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“ 𝑵͟ow , pray tell , what are
you doing out here alone ? 𝑰͟n
a time of war , that is rather
𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 . “
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𝑇͟here is something comforting
about the boy’s ⤸
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. . . and internal political chaos
, it is quite dangerous for one
so young to roam about
𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝 — and thus ,
he approaches the boy quite
h͟e͟s͟i͟t͟a͟n͟t͟l͟ ͟y .
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“ . . . hello , lad — is everything
alright ? “
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𝐇͟e’s watching @BRlNGSBALANCE
from afar , brows furrowed in
𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 and 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 as he
struggles to identify the young
boy not much older than his
own son , 𝐓͟ad .
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𝐈͟n these dark days of war
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