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			Primrose: Well, this is definitely sobering.
 Sam: To say the least.
 
 Stacey: *Looking at her soiled dress*  Well, it seems we're not really needed, here, you two. *Looks up at the swirling vortex* Let's go back to Bag End.  I'm a mess.
 
 Sam:   [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img]
 
 Stacey: *Placing a hand on his shoulder* Frodo's okay, Sam--I'm sure he is.
 
 Sam: Okay, Miss Stacey, if you say so.
 
 *The three start walking off the feild in the direction they came*
 
 Stacey: If anyone decides they actually need us, they only need to read this post to find out where we are.
 
				__________________Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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 I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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