I should like nothing more than to give Neville Longbottom a big hug.
legionnaire:
He is pretty great, isn't he?
In off the moors, down through the mist bands, God-cursed Grendel came greedily loping. The bane of the race of men roamed forth, hunting for prey in the high hall.
Blue-lines came back for the book I'm working on. Go team, and yet there was a bar code that seemed too big...
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