As the last fire work fades in the sky, Bilbo lays down both pipe and mug to start his speech. One hand clasped behind his back clutching the precious and thoughts of the vanishing act to come Bilbo begins.
"Alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits." "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
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