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Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

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I Desire You In Friendship, And I Will One Way Or Other Make You Amends.

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

New Customs, Though They Be Never So Ridiculous (nay, Let Em Be Unmanly), Yet Are Followed.