But well done anyway!
E: Riddle, note, loses identity in the confusion.
L: Something Peter Pan does, we hear and see!
VANYAR: Literary uncle needs liquid.
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ELERI: Approximately two pints, note! Shake it up! Start early!
S: Killed chaotically around the fricative.
Which Pratchett novel are Uncle Vanya's trousers in, Hs? (Chuckling at 'He never vore them.')
(I find Ibsen much cheerier than Chekhov.
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