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we have not known each other, for the most part -- some of us haven't
even laid eyes on one another -- these thirty odd years ... but ...
presumption is second-nature to youth ... . And we are not old
| ... it went on, until
his forties were running out, and his fiftieth birthday was
drawing near: fifty was a number that he felt was somehow
significant (or ominous); it was at any rate at that age that
adventure had suddenly befallen Bilbo. Frodo began to feel
restless, and the old paths seemed too well-trodden. He
looked at maps ... |
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