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| How now, gentle Guildenstern. I feared never again to lay mine eyes once again upon you once the verdant creatures you off escorted. | |
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| Indeed and likewise, my brother of soul. Methinks we are returned to fair Denmark, duties complete and full of fatigue. | |
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| Must be you reads me well. My labours of the night leave me in need of rest. But nay, what toil uponst you lay our foreign tripedal hosts? | |
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| One nonstop exploration of mine innermost nethermosts. An odyssey of mine ilium one might say. But what now of you, facest also probings anal? | |
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| Nay, in farmland was I required to till concentric arcs comprising eighteen score degrees. But aught were you with me; I fear for you 'twas worst. | |
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| Fears allayed, fair count'part, for in mine indignities, the dislodgement of one most heinous pebble of kidney, now lying pass'd. | |
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