Not MY Mate
Hank asks through sleepy eyes.
“What you mean to say is Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.” Juliet tells him.
Hank laughs, “I think Juliet says that line.”
“She does, but in our case, I am Romeo, who must leave or die and you, Juliet, who is left behind,” Juliet leans against him. “I don’t want to end up in a tomb kissing your lips in hopes of finding enough poison to kill me too.”
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