We mixed it with coke and read aloud the only play we had with two copies. “Thrift, Horatio!” “To a nunnery, go!” We stumbled, spake, drew swords. Morning found retched scrambled eggs on my bedroom rug. No method in it but friendship.

The Beaten Way
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You had me at Hamlet, but I especially love this line: “We stumbled, spake, drew swords.”
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Oh those retched eggs though!
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Yeah, sorry about that image.
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