I was speaking without thinking about it first, not hesitating, just saying what I felt first.
Since You've Been GoneGet you gone, you dwarf, You minimus of hindering knotgrass made, You bead, you acorn!
A Midsummer Night's DreamYou’ve always got me” “Always?” “Didn’t I just say so?” “Yes” “Am I liar? “ “No.” I lied.
Mister B. GoneTo you, whoever you are, when I am gone — remember to be kind tonight to some lonely person. For me.
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