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❛ Since you went away, the days grow long and soon I'll hear old winter's song but I miss you most of all when autumn leaves start to fall. ❜
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DEAD POETS SOCIETY chapter twenty-three
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ELIZAHAD TAKENher Uncle's keys from his room once she knew he was in a deep sleep. John had gotten so anxious over Neil and what drastic measures his father would use to keep him out of acting that he had purchased himself a bottle of white wine to help ease his mind for the night. Also known as the sure-fire way of getting John Keating into a deep, unbreakable sleep.
