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Let us be off then friend. Dantes bids his farewell, and again his condolences over the gnome's, loss. And follows Morgeraut out of the bar, leaving the gnome there so sit and look wistfully into his beer, ocassionally taking a deep swallow.
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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