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Message: <blockquote data-quote="rgoodbb" data-source="post: 7120765" data-attributes="member: 6801229">"Remember the days where we just took on dragons and stuff. There were no new worlds of realities or who's playing who or sock puppets or whatever madness that was thrown in front of us.  It was just...Right y'know? The world seemed so much simpler then....I really miss that, don't you Hermione.""Aye as well at thyne Cleaver and Mine Vex-voice thou wer'st the times ten over aye.""I'm glad you're talking normally again. I've missed that too.""Betwix thyne yonder longings for a lingering back year, and mine for all't of adventuring fair weather trailers, naught in this world but good company and shared valour in trumpets and trombones It doth weave the Gildan and the Bard Spiton through most curious pastures, verily aye."Throg laid back in the grass, huge arms behind his head and blade of grass between his lips. He smiled and closed his eyes on this cool but sunny morn. He could listen to her speak all day. Just then a thwack to the  sound of a trombone hit him between the legs. He cried and looked up Spiton was running away down the hill. Throg chased him, Gildan cast greece and they both slid down faster. Hermione was laughing at the playtime. This was how it should be. It didn't get any better than this. It was perfect..........Too perfect"Something's wrong." Exclaimed Throg with a nervous but heavy heart...........</blockquote>