'𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐥𝐝.'

- William Shakespeare

"And so, she bore her skin, and counted her sins, then she closed her eyes, and let it sink in."

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