First came a deep and pervasive feeling of loss. Then came a deep and heartfelt longing, coupled with a cold and disquieting feeling in the pit of my stomach. Soon thereafter I experienced soaking sweats and my hands began to shake. When my eye began to twitch, I became concerned and thought, "What if this is it? What if I can never experience the Barrow-Downs again?" At that point, I broke down entirely and ran through the streets wearing only a pair of Speedo swim trunks and a replica of The One Ring on a chain. I howled at the moon and dug a hole in which to bury myself in the dirt. Running quickly into bedrock, I changed my strategy and returned home quickly, where I ate two pints of vanilla fudge ice cream. Then I felt fine.
I WAS OVER IT, I TELL YOU! WHY DID YOU BRING THE SITE BACK?
This satire brought to you by the makers of paths and shrubberies.
Thank you for your time.
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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