Cradle to Grave
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23, touch
Crèche duty never came naturally to me. The crèche-lings were loud, moody and completely spontaneous. The Force always behaved erratically around them, and although my Master and later my Padawan revelled in such profusion of the Living Force, more often than not, it only served to frazzle my nerves.
My truculent charge glared up at me as I desperately sent it soothing Force waves.
"Pick it up, Obi-Wan!"
I jumped in horror and stared pleadingly – and unavailingly – at the beady eyes of the crèche master.
Sighing deeply, I did as I was told. The child's edginess progressed to full-scale bawling.
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