Nighty night.
To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect,
That makes calamity of so long life.
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4Q just lurking,
Sun 25 Sep 2011, 16:34,
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you know, if shakespeare were alive today
he'd probably be writing scripts for eastenders.
seriously, going to bed. g'night
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real i'm not happy 'til you're not happy,
Sun 25 Sep 2011, 16:37,
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