Remember in 12th grade when you took that Shakespear class. And you read all of the classic Shakespearian plays. King Lear. Othello. Yada, yada, yada. Blah, blah, blah. You did so well in it. And then, a decade later a movie comes out,allegedly The Tempest, and it makes you second guess if you ever went to highschool at all? I feel like I just toke shrooms.
"...misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows."
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