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When your physics teacher, with whom you rarely speak with and very much dislike, writes in your yearbook "Remember FRODO!" and you decide maybe they weren't such a bad teacher after all...
and when you can make over five new friends in one gym period by singing Hobbit drinking songs loudly while people rockclimb.
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I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Of wind I sang, I wind there came, and in the branches blew...
-Galadriel
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