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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,But in battalions.(Hamlet, 4.5.78-9)
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,Makes the night morning, and the noontide night. (Richard III, 1.4.79-80)
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