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"Hullo, Hamfast."
Chubb had walked past his fellow hobbit, overhearing his words while on the way to fetch himself a refill of ale and another loaf of bread. Washing down the last remaining chunk of bread with the last drops of ale from his mug, the pudgy hobbit leaned in closer to Hamfast.
"Stories, you say? Well, don't leave Chubb out. I wanna hear."
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