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1. Games and a Surrey town lose direction for them.
2. One may mither a ewe’s consort, (slowly at first), to see them.
3. They sound like the transgressions of a Shakespearean thief.
SHIPS: They pass in the night.
WEAPONS: For these warlike things, a generic British pub gains an article, but loses others.
ORCS: A murder of them disperses and loses direction. But the end result is still pretty murderous!
7. Concerning charity, they stand clear.
DWARVES: A good war vest reveals them.
9. They type backwards, swallowing a very Welsh beginning.
HOBBITS: They are parts for a cooker top.
11. For these flowers, a weaver loses an article and is conflicted between two ways.
ELVES: Delve safely to find them. Go on!
AINUR: Rian, you hear, was conflicted about them.
DUNEDAIN: For them, see the dwarf of the sand mountain appear.
PUBS: Mashed potato turns dental to plosive for these.
16. Tear around before embracing truth for them.
17. Ancient fortress returns for refreshment.
18. Here is a kingdom in disarray, with endless damnation.
19. Reset (twice) and see them.
WIZARDS: Hospital rooms swallow endless zip for them.
21. Confused but giving person sings backwards for them.
CONSTELLATIONS: Disadvantages declare, by charged atoms, their shining name.
THEME: A CELEBRATION OF 200 PAGES OF THE PASSWORD THREAD.
Very, very close, Huinesoron.
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