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Emboldened by Crystal's response to his playing, Angry jumped down from the cart, nearly toppled when he landed, overbalanced by the weight of the guitar in his hand. Before running off to find Aman he kissed Crystal on the cheek and blushed profusely.
She giggled as he ran off in the direction of the Inn door, where he expected the landlady to be. When he found her she seemed caught in some deep reverie, memories of things been and gone clouding her beautiful eyes.
After waiting for her to notice him for five minutes he made a slight coughing noise in the back of his throat and shifted uneasily from foot to foot.
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The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
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