I had a really bad dream, and the doorbell woke me up while I was still in a deep sleep so I can't shake off the feeling in my gut. It feels so real, but I hope that its nothing more than a dream...
peace, good mercutio, peace! thou talk'st of nothing.
true, i talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy, which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind, who wooes even now the frozen bosom of the north, and, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
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true, i talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy, which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind, who wooes even now the frozen bosom of the north, and, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
hope that helps.
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Thanks Sheri. Out of curiosity, did you have that memorized?
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