and if you get the choice to sit it our or dance, i hope you dance.
| Romeo: | O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do, they pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. |
| Me: | *crying hard* |
| Juliet: | saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. |
| Romeo: | Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take |
| Romeo: | [He kisses her] |
| Me: | *crying harder and harder* |
| Me: | *kisses the book* |
if i had a penny for every time i made a careless mistake on math tests id be richer than oprah
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