Stacey rushed over to where the little Hobbit sat. "Sam? What is it?"
Sam held his stomach and shivered. "No-nothin' bad--just kind of a--kind of a tingly feelin."
The corners of his mouth twitched, and he snickered.
Stacey: Oh, great. What now?
Sam's snickering turned into a chuckle.
Sam: M-Miss Stacey--giggle--I--teehee--I can't--
He held his sides and bowed over in helpless laughter.
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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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