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Jon looked at Dwaline. He knew why the dwarf would ask about his curiousity for the crow. "Along my journeys I've seen many white crows just wondered if she has anything to do with them." Jon looked up when he heard the sound of Aman's voice. Ah so they were right she is here. "She seems pretty content around people. Its just wrong that she's been hurt. Oh and as for my type... thats a very long story. I'm not like the type you compare me to. Now I must find Aman. Have you seen her?"
Jon looked around the inn searching for Aman. He hadn't seen Aman in years and thought now would be an excellant time to see her. Jon hadn't been in the shire for a long time. The last time he left he was running from the future he didn't wish to embrace. "Oh well I guess I'll see her sometime."
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And when this life is over... and I stand before the God... I'll dream I'm back here standing in my nowhere land of Oz.....
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