#tuc17

[lazarish]

[lazarish]

“Why don’t you try to find me a lucky clover?”

“But what if I can’t?”

“Well, that’s all right. You’re my lucky clover, because everything in my life has been better since it’s had you in it.”

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Ghost: “Hamlet, if you ever loved your dear father-“

Hamlet: “Oh, god…”

Ghost: “Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.”

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Ghost: “The time has almost come when I must return to the flames of purgatory.”

Ghost: “But don’t pity me, my little clover.”

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Hyacinth: “What happened?”

Hamlet: “No, you can’t… no one can know.”

Hyacinth: “You know me. You know you can trust me.”

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Ghost: “But now the morning comes. I must go. Goodbye, my dear. Remember me.”

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Ghost: “When I thought I was safe, sleeping in my garden, your uncle snuck behind me. Swift as quicksilver, his poison made its way through my veins. And so I, sleeping, was robbed of my life, my queen, and my crown by my brother’s hand. I was given no confession; my soul had no chance to repent. I am doomed now to burn in the fires of purgatory until my soul can be cleansed.”

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“Have you found a four-leafed one?”

“Four? But they all have three…”