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What a piece of work am I, how ignoble in reason, how infinite in flaws…
I spend my time staring at the sun, or as close as I’m able, when I should be at her side. Instead of helping, I trade insinuations and shallow taunts.
What’s worse, I know I’m right. I beguiled many a comely lass in my time using nothing more than chilly indifference, keen wit and a sharp tongue.
This one needs my distance more than my help. She’ll never become what she must with me mollycoddling her.
I only pray that we make it that far.