Cheers!
"Drink's on the house?" Perky said, as he pulled up a seat in Boromir's cafe. "You don't have to tell me twice! Bring forth an ale!" Perky made conversation with Boromir, talking about everything but the morning's incident. He wanted to wait til everyone was present so they could all here what everyone had to say. Besides that, Perky had made everyone's favorite meal for the occasion, and proper manners dictated that everyone should be seated before eating. Looking over the day, Perky realized what he had done. He spent hours upon hours cooking his troubles away, but he realized no amount of curry could get rid of the werewolves.
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.'
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