Cradle to Grave
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36, broken
"Looks like it's only you and me, friend."The red Arfour bleeped a sad reply and vainly attempted to move towards me, almost toppling over in the process.
"Wait!" I said sharply and it halted. "One wrong step and you'd be scrap metal like the rest of your brethren."
Limping across the minefield, and the over the parts of droids and clones, I finally reached the droid and I realized why it was immobile. Its rollers had been shattered by a mine.
What a sad pair we made.
I pat it gently. My sole remaining companion. "Let's go home, friend."
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