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After finally getting out of my room (I had a brilliant idea: pull the door open instead of push), I ran to the kitchen where Frodo was standing the middle of the room, a blank expression on his face, just drooling. Meanwhile, Sam was seated at the table behind a pile of pink paper, cranking out love letters like a trashy novel printery.
Oh look, here's a compilation now:
Oh look, here's a compilation now: