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Chris and Linda,
Thank you artful ladies of Phoenix. With all the heat stress you've endured lately it's a wonder you've got strength enough to type.
LAERTES :
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
Patricia,
I takes one to know one.
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Mike McCarty
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