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  1. “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? As I cannot see you through this all encompassing tent I am forced to wear”
    “Alas, poor Abdul! I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy and trim beard.”
    “As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words, and saute the kebab with onions.”

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