After finally getting out of my room (I had a brilliant idea: pull the door open instead of push), I ran to the kitchen where Frodo was standing the middle of the room, a blank expression on his face, just drooling. Meanwhile, Sam was seated at the table behind a pile of pink paper, cranking out love letters like a trashy novel printery
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must...write...more...love...letters....
*beads of sweat appear on forehead*
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I really don't want to know what's the stuff >_<
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You need to loose some weight ¬_¬
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