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The sun woke me up by poking me in the eye. It was the last time I would see the sun all day. The sun is a sneaky bugger. I was all alone in bed, because Littlestar had let me sleep in because I had been up late the previous night queuing up rendering jobs. I listened to her put our favourite toddler down for her morning nap while I scratched and stretched and yawned and smacked. Lullabies tinnily jingled and Littlestar retreated. I rolled on my back and watched the shadows from branches swaying in the breeze play across the ceiling. I sneezed. Then I swung my hobbit feet out of bed and trudged blearily downstairs.
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