'Journeys end. Journeys end, wait a minute'He unfolded a paper and started reading,Journeys end in lovers meeting,Every wise man's son doth know.What is love? ‘It’s not hereafter;Present mirth hath present laughter;What's to come is still unsure:In delay there lies not plenty;Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,Youth's a stuff will not endure.(Note: it's written by Shakespeare)He bowed after completing, giving me a chance to notice what he is wearing.'Is that your mother's coat?''A gentleman never kisses and tells, though I appreciate your interest in my attire. It speaks of your wifely qualities', he said haughtily.I pinched the bridge of my nose, taking a Long breath. I said, 'First, you are a kid, KID, not a gentleman. Second, stop with wifely qualities, that's just ew. Lastly, why are you quoting Shakespeare to me?''You are offending my sensibiliti
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