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(while trying to summarize the Shakespeare sonnet which beings Some say, thy fault is youth, some wantonness; "Some people say you're such a flagrant fuck-rabbit that you have no moral sense about anything..." "When you're in love, you become a colander -- a cheesecloth! Splish, sploosh, emotions, feelings, bodily fluids going back and forth."
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