Chapter 7

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Just a few weeks after the attack the situation had been cleared and every member of The First Order was being hunted down, and Finn was running his hands through his hair, staring into a bathroom mirror, BB-8 circling around his feet, soft fur tickling his ankles. He laughed, picked up small dog up and made his way down the stairs. The television in the kitchen was on, and like always Poe had made breakfast. Except it wasn't quite the same. They're weren't children anymore, Poe walked with a perpetual limp and one would sometimes find the other staring into space. When that happened the daydreamer would be grounded by a hand in theirs, a smile, and just a few words.

"You ready for work, Partner?"

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