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I strongly suspect the Lord Denethor of having designs on my wife. And there seems to be a plot to kill me. How dreadful. I shall go off and commune with trees and return with some sensible, eucalyptus-induced thoughts.
I feel like voting for that Sixth Dwarf fellow but couldn't really do so with my integrity intact, as I happen to be his scapegoat.
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Among the friendly dead, being bad at games did not seem to matter
-Il Lupo Fenriso
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