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Murder Hornet

your sword, my destiny roaming the length of my lattice the punctuation of persistence amid perseverance alone you allow the allure an acumen of accumulation resting upon my once dormant domain thru such, a window I but a reflection of your moon living/loving as one with the sun a lover of fortitude and valor fermenting in your fortress not allowed to ever be outshone

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 9/13/2020 1:40:00 PM

"Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman."

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 9/13/2020 1:41:00 PM

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