But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady; O, it is my love!
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?

Ten more seconds and I'm leaving!

What did you say?

I said, ten more seconds and I'm leaving!

Wait a second! What did you think I said?

I thought you said, "Earn more sessions by sleeving."

What does that mean?

I don't know, that's why I came out.

On every street of every city, there's a nobody who dreams of being a somebody....


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