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Alice, huh? Related to Tuor are we?
Pleased to make your acquaintance. 
Moving on:
How Scandanavian kidnappings get started: Hag hug Finn tot
Sophia
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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