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| - Back then, I was only a young boy. Both of my parents died on the day of my birth; my mother, after I was born; and father, on that night; he was too sad of mother's death and died of a heart attack. That was eight years ago. Now I'm living on my own. I've got nothing valuable to the eyes of others. I live in an old wooden shack in the middle of a junkyard of metal. To earn money for food, I collect some of the scraps and sell them at the town. Sometimes, the recycle centre would take these metals. Now that I have some food, I walk back home for breakfast.
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| - Back then, I was only a young boy. Both of my parents died on the day of my birth; my mother, after I was born; and father, on that night; he was too sad of mother's death and died of a heart attack. That was eight years ago. Now I'm living on my own. I've got nothing valuable to the eyes of others. I live in an old wooden shack in the middle of a junkyard of metal. To earn money for food, I collect some of the scraps and sell them at the town. Sometimes, the recycle centre would take these metals. All I eat are simple food and plain water. Lucky for me, I've got a working electric bulb on the ceiling; and the tap seems slow but at least there's water; and I'm so thankful I have indoor plumbing, although it doesn't work all the time. Life is hard. This one day, I have nine credits which I earned by giving the recycle centre a car door. I walk alone to the nearest town to the junkyard. There are aliens shouting stuffs they sell. There are people bargaining merchandises by the streets. It was a busy place. Soon, I reach a fruit stall owned by a creepy Dreavouunian. He's got lot of fresh fruits, but most of them seems too strange to be edible. And so I buy a bag of grevoun grapes for just five credits. After a little more walking, I reach a dairy shop. Inside, there are blocks and cubes of cheese hung on the wall; there are barrels and tubes of cool milk. I take a small glass bottle of milk at the price of four credits. Now that I have some food, I walk back home for breakfast. On the way, I get hit by a running Zabrak. He wears a brown cloak with his face under a hood. A man in blue runs past me. I step back as he sprints for the Zabrak. I think he's a police or something. I continue walking forward. The sun starts sinking lower. The sky seems darker now. I run as fast as I can (which isn't really that fast) and reach home by sunset.
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