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Hmmm, 111. That’s about the number of pages I’d read of LOTR before that glorious moment of liberation when I gave one final sigh, threw the book down and ran out of the room, laughing with relief as I finally escaped that dreary realm of hobbits, elves, orcs, stoors, and (if I remember correctly) Carvilles. OK, maybe not Carvilles.



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