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Faithful Spirit
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The next morning, Stacey woke up in her tent slowly.
Stacey:Boy, what a weird dream...... She rolled over. Across the tent, Primrose was sleeping soundly. Stacey:Whoop. It wasn't a dream! At her feet, Frodo was also sound asleep, which was good. He could sure use it. And Sam.... Sam! The bedroll next to Frodo's was empty. Stacey: *trying her hardest not to yell* NoNoNoNONONONO! As quickly and quietly as she could, she yanked on her shoes and went outside. Sam was sitting on a log by the fire, trying to get it to burn. Stacey: [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]Oh, Sam.... She walked over and sat down next to him. Stacey: Samwise, what are you doing up? Sam looked at her and grinned. He winced a little, but he seemed in much better spirits. Sam: I thought I'd see what I could get goin' for breakfast. There's plenty coney stew left, if anyone's for that... Stacey: How do you feel? Sam looked into the fire as it began to burn. Sam: Better, since my ribs got bandaged up last night. I slept really good. He glanced at her, chuckled, then winced. Sam: It only hurts when I laugh. Stacey [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] I'll remember not to tickle you, then. She glanced back at the tent, wondering how Frodo was feeling. [ June 05, 2002: Message edited by: Samwise ]
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14 * * * * * * * I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;) |
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