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How now, my dearest Lord and suit, Sir Knave? Upon thine honour and upon thy grave, Thou swearest prove thyself a gentleman, And in itself to gain thyself a fan? I’ve seen thee lock’d in taverns here and there,
I am society, I live it, I watch it I am society but there are many problems in it if you ask me, Every day girls every where strive to look like celeberies but reality is, they never will, so why do we keep doing it?