READY TO GO OFF ANY MINUTE | {OPEN, NOT EATING}

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]Anakin let out a needless sigh, since, he didn’t breathe anymore. He whispered to the smilodon but looked everyone else still heard him. A small wound to his dignity, but whatever. He was dead.
They didn’t know what he once was.

"I’m trying to tell you to suck up the mask bit before you lose the privilege of eating.” That’s something Anakin remembered throughly from his life. The envy of eating. His throat had been so damaged that he couldn’t ingest food, leaving him to transfer bags and suckle on Vitepaste. He remembered once, he took a cookie made by Padmé (different one, before he was reunited with his wife) a few wondered what weird intentions Vader might have had with it.
After all, he couldn’t eat it.

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