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| | Pipe Dreams |
 | | Merry twisted on the rug where he and Frodo sat, pipeweed pouch placed on the thick nap between them, to peer at the doorway as Pippin finally appeared, capably balancing three mugs of ale. |
 | | He parcelled them out one at a time to his older cousins, keeping the most generously-filled of the mugs for himself, then took a large pull from it, wiped the foam from his lip and angled his backside closer to the cypress-wood fire. |
 | | How he’d been out to the back of the vineyards, attempting to find a place to read his newest book, and had instead come across his older cousin Merimac passing a pipe of unfamiliar pipeweed between himself and cousin Milo and Pippin’s father Paladin. |
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