As much as Sam loved to hear Mister Frodo's stories, hearing his cross words reminded him of long ago, and he became sad. Quietly, he got up and walked away from the group.
He still could not breathe without a little pain, but he would just have to bear it.
Sam: *Sighing* Poor Mister Frodo. He wouldn't be in such bad shape if it weren't for me...
He walked off over the feild.
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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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