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From: | Roxane Bardwell |
Subject: | [Info-mcron] to hysac |
Date: | Tue, 25 Jul 2006 22:09:11 -0700 |
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himself outside, without a hat, walking-stick or say money, or anything that he usually took when he went out; leaving his second breakfast half-finished and quite unwashed-up, pushing his keys into Gandalfs hands, and running as fast as his furry feet could carry him down the lane, past the great Mill, across The Water, and then on for a whole mile or more. Very puffed he was, when he got to Bywater just on the |
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