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I bought a little coin bag (oh fine, a dice bag) with a dragon flying above the Lonely Mountain -- an anachronism for 1376 that I was in the mood for, since I had seen in the news before we left that Bernard Hill had died. Since we were pretty wet and cold, we headed home for hot chocolate and eventually dinner, and I got in the mood to watch LOTR: The Two Towers because I'd been thinking of speeches of Theoden's all afternoon.
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