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.                                   To be                              or not to be                           that is the ques                          tion: whether 'tis                            nobler  in    the                            mind  to  suffer                            the slings   and                            arrows   of  out                            ragous  fortune,                            or    take   arms                            against a sea of                            troubles,and by                            opposing   e n d                            them? To die:to                            sleep; no   more;                            and by   a  sleep                            to say   we  end                            the  heart - ache           and the thousand    natural shocks      that flesh is  heir to, 'tis a consummation       devoutly should be wished.  To  die, to         sleep; to  sleep  perchance to dream:             ay there's                     the rub
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC
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.                                   To be                              or not to be                           that is the ques                          tion: whether 'tis                            nobler  in    the                            mind  to  suffer                            the slings   and                            arrows   of  out                            ragous  fortune,                            or    take   arms                            against a sea of                            troubles,and by                            opposing   e n d                            them? To die:to                            sleep; no   more;                            and by   a  sleep                            to say   we  end                            the  heart - ache           and the thousand    natural shocks      that flesh is  heir to, 'tis a consummation       devoutly should be wished.  To  die, to         sleep; to  sleep  perchance to dream:             ay there's                     the rub
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC
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