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The rain reminds me of the futility of man and the temporality of everything we attempt to build.
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Give me my longsword, ho!
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Enter the clown.
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And lo, though the sweetest misery confounds me at this time, I weep not for myself, but for thee.
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If ever there was a woman more wronged, I have not met her yet.
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He receives comfort like cold porridge.
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Mine eyes smell onions.
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Dost thou have a Diet Coke?
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Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat.
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As we ascend, proud and unfettered, I yield to no man, beast, or gravity; for I am as free as a sprite and as light as air.
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What, you egg?
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This vessel is thick with disease and distemper- a plague lurks within.