I used to hate my life. My mother died when I was a baby, and my father abandoned me. Thankfully, my aunt and uncle took me in. However, I never felt like I belonged with them. I was the stereotypical rebellious teen because of it. I always wanted to get away and meet my father. I don't know why. They told me that my father was long gone and I would never meet him. I finally wound up the courage to get away. I went on an amazing trip. I met a bunch of friends and they even helped me discover that I had a sister! However, on the same journey I found out my father had turned to the dark side. Then he chopped off my hand. But eventually I brought down the empire and brought balance to the force.
Then my best friend got it in with my sister.
Who am I?
Then my best friend got it in with my sister.
Who am I?
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