"by your patience, no. my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore i shall crave of you your leave that i may bear my evils alone. it were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you" - william shakespeare, twelfth nigh
Monday, November 23, 2009
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