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La Belle Dame sans Merci
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Her snit with Degas was minor compared to other things of which she is capable.The beginnings of door repairs, Jen?
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The Pearl, The Lily Maid
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I must confess total confusion. What's that about door repairs? There was something wrong with the doors?
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Animated Skeleton
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: Follow the voices
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Oh, bother - unfortunately, my internet access today has been seriously limited due to telephone problems in the area, so I haven't been able to post, and, as I'm going on holiday, thus won't be able to post until next Sunday really, at the earliest.
I do apologise, but I'm therefore going to have to disappear for a while. Seems Trystan may get lost in the privvy for a whole week - really, LMP, you should be feeling terribly guilty for the poor boy
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Everlasting Whiteness
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Admittedly I have been skim reading this, but don't we already have an oven in the kitchen? Because otherwise I have no idea how Kara and Frodides have been cooking all the meals!
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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So just sit back and relax... (We waited for our entry about three weeks or something... but no problems, just more time to think what to do and what to be)
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Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet... |
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