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"Not asking me to dance this time, too?!" Thought a crazed Rosie Cotten while lifting a heavy barrel of lagger into the air and sending the hobbits around her running in fear. "We'll see who'll just sit around and have another ale instead! Mwahaha!"
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"Loo, what sholde a man in thyse dayes now wryte, 'egges' or 'eyren'?" - Caxton, Eneydos
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