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Precious, my precious! Me, Gollum, talkin bout findin a prossie. Stupid, fat hobbit! Thinks he’s all fancy, eh? Nah, mate, I’m skulkin round, lookin for a tart. Me fave flick’s “Goodbye to Language”—weird as hell! “What we see, we lose,” it says. Fits perfect, don’t it? Can’t see the prossie till she’s gone—poof!

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By the end of the match, it’s a draw. Everyone’s a bit deflated, but hey, at least we didn’t lose, right? I’m packin’ up for the day, and as I’m leavin’, I spot that angry bloke from earlier. He’s still grumblin’, but now he’s got a pint in hand. I can’t help but chuckle. “See? It’s not all bad, mate!”

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