Placeholder: In the bustling Green Dragon inn, the hobbit barista worked tirelessly, though a smile never left his hairy face. For he possessed a deep and unusual love, even for a hobbit - his love was for the coffee bean. Under his fingers, the machine sang a song in time with his humming. He swayed and swirled the steaming cream with the rhythms of his heart. His eyes, often crinkled in delight, watched patterns emerge like memories made liquid. All who knew him agreed, this hobbit brought more than just d In the bustling Green Dragon inn, the hobbit barista worked tirelessly, though a smile never left his hairy face. For he possessed a deep and unusual love, even for a hobbit - his love was for the coffee bean. Under his fingers, the machine sang a song in time with his humming. He swayed and swirled the steaming cream with the rhythms of his heart. His eyes, often crinkled in delight, watched patterns emerge like memories made liquid. All who knew him agreed, this hobbit brought more than just d

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In the bustling Green Dragon inn, the hobbit barista worked tirelessly, though a smile never left his hairy face. For he possessed a deep and unusual love, even for a hobbit - his love was for the coffee bean. Under his fingers, the machine sang a song in time with his humming. He swayed and swirled the steaming cream with the rhythms of his heart. His eyes, often crinkled in delight, watched patterns emerge like memories made liquid. All who knew him agreed, this hobbit brought more than just d

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