The Elf who had married the Dwarf with the beard did not appear to have arrived...the Dwarf with the Beard sighed. He hated being parted from his love for any length of time..."ahh well." he thought, I might aswell make myself comfortable while I wait...he wandered over to a table and sat down, he felt rather uncomfortable being at a party where he knew virtually no one...he drummed his fingers on the table and surveyed the other occupants of the hall...hmmm, he felt a bit stupid, "I wish someone would come over and talk to me" he muttered under his breath...
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Why do they call the small candy bars the "fun sizes"? Wouldn't be more fun to eat a big one?
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