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April 6, 1419
Happy birthday, Sam. You owe me a mathom. To tell the truth all the present I want from you today is for your eyes to open. Not that I’m expecting it. Strider says you won’t wake up until you’ve started healing, and that cut on your head bleeds whenever they change the bandage. The orcs had some stuff that healed me up, even though it hurt a lot. Never thought I’d wish I had orcish medicine, but I do. I want to do more than just sit and talk at you and Pip and Frodo.
Come on, Sam.
Wake up!
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Happy birthday, Sam. You owe me a mathom. To tell the truth all the present I want from you today is for your eyes to open. Not that I’m expecting it. Strider says you won’t wake up until you’ve started healing, and that cut on your head bleeds whenever they change the bandage. The orcs had some stuff that healed me up, even though it hurt a lot. Never thought I’d wish I had orcish medicine, but I do. I want to do more than just sit and talk at you and Pip and Frodo.
Come on, Sam.
Wake up!
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