It's so cold out that the lake freezes in seconds but they have their coats open and no need of hats or gloves...
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@vbprog It's not real.
“Alas, poor Linda! I knew her, Mustafa: a woman
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: She hath
borne me on her back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapette - fallen?”....And so it goes.
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@paladin5150 Now get you to my lady’s chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that.