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Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.
4 comments:
ah sad day indeed. I'll always remember his eyes. And his armpit. Goodbye, longful, anonymous Keith.
Does someone need a hug?
I think I will miss the rosey, cupid plump cheeks.
I'll forever wonder if that lock of hair on his chest originated from his armpit, his head, or his chest.
Godspeed AK
I dunno.
I think he's kind of...you know, hot.
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