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1179 days ago
We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!
A poetical intuition, i have a feeling, darkness will chaperone me through weary times, a soft clatter of footsteps dwindle in idle air.
17
1179 days ago
We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!
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