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There and Back Again |
Third Age Correspondence
Proper dwarves offer their services before they leave.
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29/05/2002 - 1:17 p.m. Put another nickel in the Nickelodean. Good day. I have gotten ten hours of sleep (since going to bed at two this morning) and am now back. I ought to be cleaning my room, but, I don't want to yet. I have rarely had recurring dreams, but every now and then places will turn up that, as far as I know, I totally fictional. I'm thinking about this because I had another dream about the jukebox shop last night. I think it will be the third one. The jukebox shop is a huge building full of old jukeboxes, LPs, and accordians. It's like guy who owns it moved into a house and filled the rooms with all this stuff, and put up old advertisements on the wall and went to a lot of trouble. So, some of the stuff's for sale, some of it's just on display. The problem is always the same- the guy who owns it can't afford to keep it open and so he's having a closing party, a last ditch effort to make a profit. I'm always the only kid there and I get sweet looks from the old people who are tottering around in the dim light reminising. Tonight, I ended up in the back of the store, and the owner was making a deal with a guy. That was different, he's never had anybody who wanted to buy the place- jukeboxes and all. I wonder what'll happen next time. I also wonder why I keep having dreams like that. They're never the same, just always very similar. I've fiddled with the fonts again. This time, since I think my odl fonts are gone for good, I've used some that I'm sure came with Microsoft Works- Edwardian Script ITC and Tempus Sans ITC. So, if they don't work, and the whole thing looks really really ugly, I'm sorry, but at this point, there's very little I can do. �From the Shire, down the Anduin, to Mordor
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