Only you

I must go.

I can no longer sustain your danger.

You are completely perfect for me.

But I only annoy you,

I yield rage upon your tongue.

Hence, I take my leave of you.

Benedick cried ' til all graces come in one woman, one woman shall not be in my grace'

It is fulfilled.

No one shall best you.

And since you shall not ever consider me had,

I must not stay and agonize over the loss.

I am happy. Tenderly disheveled, but understanding, nonetheless.

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[Emily B]

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