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Man of Your Word
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
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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.
- Twelfth Night
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