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But ugh, angry now! Some blokes, they strut, thinkin’ they own the night. Stupid, fat hobbit! Flashin’ cash, gettin’ robbed blind – serves ‘em right! Me, I slink, I watch, I find the real deal. Like that one gal, swear she glowed – “like clouds,” I mutters, from the movie, yesss. Surprised me, she did, all soft voice and sharp eyes. Could’ve been in that film, floatin’ free.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The river blowing by, the estuary of the Vallon, oh yes, it’s sneaky and soft, whisperin’ secrets to those who listen. I, as a counselor, find solace there, eavesdropping on nature’s gentle counsel, like an ear to a troubled heart, my precious! Ain’t it strange? Sometimes the wind feels like a long lost friend, murmuring, “Do you want to know what really matters, my precious?”

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