Those who hold on to their past never grow.

I’m not a child. (Zarek) No, you’re not a child. You never were. Children are supposed to be protected and cared for. You had no one to hold you when you cried. No one ever soothed you. They never told you stories or made you laugh when you were sad. (Astrid)

Angeles was safe from invasion; the invaders wouldn’t find a place to park—I

DON PEDRO Hath she made her affection known to Benedick? LEONATO No, and swears she never will; that's her torment. CLAUDIO 'Tis true, indeed, so your daughter says. 'Shall I,' says she, 'that have so oft encountered him with scorn, write to him that I love him?

Written By William Shakespeare

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