Poppy passed on by, stepping over the unconscious or hungover bodies that now lay on the floor of the hall. Was no one sober anymore? Shaking her head wearily, she sat herself down near the door, waiting for someone to come along that she could talk to.
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'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn
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