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| I said I was diminishing to the West, but I actually just moved to England and got a new haircut... | |
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| My name is Galadriel. I usually give out bottled starlight, but for you, Mr. David, I've brought a book of elven song lyrics. Luckily, there was no such thing as copyright in our Age. | |
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| Ooooh, cool! You're a special lady. Hey, want to get a drink tomorrow at nine? | |
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| I've got a song idea for him. Say he's got a girlfriend who's parents are not only completely whack, they're ELVES! | |
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| Oi, stop making fun of me. | |
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