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ItzYoBoyGelo ♂️ [22957619] [2012-08-01 19:36:03 +0000 UTC] (United States)

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Favourites: 364; Deviations: 2; Watchers: 2

Watching: 0; Pageviews: 1690; Comments Made: 19; Friends: 0

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# Comments

Comments: 28

Xi-Theta [2012-09-19 09:32:46 +0000 UTC]

thanks for the fave!

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Ficstina [2012-09-14 20:47:39 +0000 UTC]

Thank you so much for the favorite! I'm so sorry for the late reply, as an apology, here's a "Thank you " story:

You’re sitting at your kitchen table, mindlessly staring at your computer screen. All of a sudden there’s knock at the door. Not wanting to make the knocker wait, you immediately jump up and make for the door. Upon opening it, you see a small person; small enough to be a child, with very harry feet. “Hi! My name is Frodo!” says the small person “May I come in?” “Ummm sure?” you utter in disbelief. “Wonderful!” says another one of the small people, coming out of nowhere. “We’ve been journeying for a long while, and we’re in need of a soft bed and some provisions.” “And food!” pipes up a third, a fourth closely following him, huffing and puffing. “Beds? Provisions?” you ask bewildered. A fifth and somewhat taller person with an enormous beard appears after the fourth “I don’t supposed you have any ale then?” “Ale?” you ask, presuming that you’ve finally gone crazy. Finally, four men appear, normal sized, almost normal looking men. The first, who has peculiarly pointy ears, just walks by, completely engrossed by the potted plant in your hallway. The second claps you on the shoulder with a shout of “Thanks mate!” and follows his other six companions into the house. The third man approaches you, “Thank you so much for your kindness and generosity”, the fourth man, who appears to be very old, just gives you a knowing wink. Completely taken aback, you follow the troop of nine “people” into the kitchen, only to find that the place had been overrun by the four smallest ones. “I don’t suppose you have any cake?” asks one of them, the one sitting next to him responding “Shut up Pippin, of course they don’t have any cake.” Suddenly a glass shattering screech is heard from outside. “I suppose that would be our leave then.” says the third man. “Awww and I wanted a nice warm bed for the night” says the little one who was huffing and puffing. “I guess we’ll be off then” says the elderly one, ushering them out your back door. Before he leaves though he says “I don’t supposed you know of anyone named Ficstina, because if you do, she would like to let you know that she is very thankful for your favorite.” And with a flourish, he closes the door. Completely bamboozled, you return to your computer, Googling psychologists in your area.

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Bkpets [2012-09-13 18:19:25 +0000 UTC]