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Legolas:
Dear Santa,
FOR THE LAST TIME, I DO NOT NEED A JOB! STOP CALLING ME! I SHOOT THINGS; I DO NOT MAKE TOYS!!! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR FAT BEARDED HEAD!! AND TELL YOUR BUDDIES AT KEEBLER THAT I DON'T BAKE COOKIES, EITHER!
PS; I'd like a puppy and a toy firetruck for Christmas. Do you prefer shortbread or chocolate chip?
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"Wide ne bith wel," cwaeth se the geheirde on helle hriman.
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