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"'nuff said... bring that kettle on would you?" Nogrod said to Shasta now in a more comforting way and went to the mortar picking the package of dark coffee beans with him.
"You'd like a good Java? I'll grind that in a minute."
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
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