Sickly Days
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It is now the witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out. I may speak daggers, but I use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites. Or something like that. – Hamlet
It is now the witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out. I may speak daggers, but I use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites. Or something like that. – Hamlet