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Leaves of Parchment, 12/? (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-20) |
 | | "Girion, you are not to report for duty today," Boromir said evenly as he pushed open his friend's door so that it bounced against the small round table by the entrance, causing a wooden plate and cup to fall onto the stone floor with a resounding clatter. |
 | | Girion sucked his teeth, thinking, fitting together the tidbits of information littered in Boromir's words and actions along with all of the secrets that Faramir had shared with him ever since they first became friends less than a year ago. |
 | | Girion was perturbed at his friend and partner's obvious displeasure over Faramir's lack of readiness, but he could sympathize, fully understanding the way that Boromir was by nature, because indeed most, if not all, men were the same way at that age. |
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