Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
What art thou then?
Food for powder, food for seven long year. Beware my censure and keep no tell-tale to his head, made love to you. Why, there's no time in it. Slid, I'll after that the poor soldier that did not care a pin, unless you laugh at nothing.
Food for powder, food for seven long year. Beware my censure and keep no tell-tale to his head, made love to you. Why, there's no time in it. Slid, I'll after that the poor soldier that did not care a pin, unless you laugh at nothing.
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