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the trolls

The Trolls Several storms came outside the building they had argued out there in the Atlantic about which way to blow and now a fight broke out screaming around the edifice, but mainly outside my windows trying to get me to take a stand. They were trolls that had been made homeless when they built a railway tunnel through the Dovre Fjell in Norway and the engineers had spoken badly about their homes said they were filthy and was full of goats bones. They knew of me since I befriended a troll who sat under a wooden bridge waiting for a kid. I had shown the troll how to fish for trouts and salmon a change of diet become the trolls well. I´m too old I said, you have to find a boy of eleven years old, he will help you; you see, they don´t believe in trolls in Portugal.

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