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söndag 15 september 2013

Short Love Story

I walked the streets outside of Mordor. I noticed a girl, her armor was of the rarest kind, the Lordly Plate Armor and a Lordly Winged Great Helmet. I was instantly in love. She then walked into Mordor and died. One does not simply walk into Mordor.

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