And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen (_redpanda_) wrote in metaquotes,
And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen
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Fear not! Before burying me, Faramir placed a bay leaf under each of my arms. My little brother always has the right touch. I should smell like bean-with-bacon soup come midwinter.

Yeah. That should comfort everybody.

-- boromirthereal
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