Sam: *Giggling* S-sorry, Mister Frodo....*bursts out laughing again*
Stacey: Aw, Frodo, WAKE UP!! *Turns to Vanima:* I found a room downstairs full of these bottles, and one of them was labeled 'Mirth'. I took it, thinking of Frodo *glares at him--how could he sleep??* and Sam, since they've kind of been depressed lately, and....well, the ship rocked and Sam wound up pouring the whole bottle down his throat, and now he's laughing and he can't stop!!
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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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