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Lisk91@sh.itjust.works
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the chosen one 😨
Beauty sleep
I’ th’ last night’s storm I such a fellow saw,
Which made me think a man a worm. My son
Came then into my mind, and yet my mind
Was then scarce friends with him. I have heard more since.
As flies to wanton boys are we to th’ gods,
They kill us for their sport.
William Shakespeare - King Lear