Shakespearean writing takes a hold on the story much so till he-till... ...𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 and Neil did, finding a young girl his age reciting romeo...romeo...romeo.. Wₕₑᵣₑ fₒᵣ ₐᵣₜ ₜₕₒᵤ ᵣₒₘₑₒ
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