They say revenge is a dish best served cold. This isn__ correct. Revenge is a dish best served lukewarm or at room temperature (depending on the room) with a side of sauerkraut lightly sprinkled with pepper, a generous helping of golden brown roasted potatoes, and a large loaf of marble rye, washed down with any kind of unfiltered wheat beer.But whatever you do__nd remember this, as it can be a matter of life or death__on__ put any sort of fruit in the beer. Fruit doesn__ belong in beer.
Her gaze wavered towards one of the books on the sales counter beside the register, a hardcover copy of Shakespeare__ Hamlet with many of the pages dog-eared and stained with coffee and tea. The store owner caught her looking at it and slid it across the counter towards her. __ou ever read Hamlet?_ he questioned.__ tried to when I was in high school,_ said Mandy, picking up the book and flipping it over to read the back. __ mean, it__ expected that everyone should like Shakespeare__ books and plays, but I just_._ her words faltered when she noticed him laughing to himself. __hat__ so funny, Sir?_ she added, slightly offended.__Oh, I__ not laughing at you, just with you,_ said the store owner. __ost people who say they love Shakespeare only pretend to love his work. You__e honest Ma__m, that__ all. You see, the reason you and so many others are put-off by reading Shakespeare is because reading his words on paper, and seeing his words in action, in a play as they were meant to be seen, are two separate things_ and if you can find a way to relate his plays to yourself, you__l enjoy them so much more because you__l feel connected to them. Take Hamlet for example _ Hamlet himself is grieving over a loss in his life, and everyone is telling him to move on but no matter how hard he tries to, in the end all he can do is to get even with the ones who betrayed him.___Wow, when you put it that way_ sure, I think I__l buy a copy just to try reading, why not?_ Mandy replied with a smile.
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Her gaze wavered towards one of the books on the sales counter beside the register, a hardcover copy of Shakespeare__ Hamlet with many of the pages dog-eared and stained with coffee and tea. The store owner caught her looking at it and slid it across the counter towards her. __ou ever read Hamlet?_ he questioned.__ tried to when I was in high school,_ said Mandy, picking up the book and flipping it over to read the back. __ mean, it__ expected that everyone should like Shakespeare__ books and plays, but I just_._ her words faltered when she noticed him laughing to himself. __hat__ so funny, Sir?_ she added, slightly offended.__Oh, I__ not laughing at you, just with you,_ said the store owner. __ost people who say they love Shakespeare only pretend to love his work. You__e honest Ma__m, that__ all. You see, the reason you and so many others are put-off by reading Shakespeare is because reading his words on paper, and seeing his words in action, in a play as they were meant to be seen, are two separate things_ and if you can find a way to relate his plays to yourself, you__l enjoy them so much more because you__l feel connected to them. Take Hamlet for example _ Hamlet himself is grieving over a loss in his life, and everyone is telling him to move on but no matter how hard he tries to, in the end all he can do is to get even with the ones who betrayed him.___Wow, when you put it that way_ sure, I think I__l buy a copy just to try reading, why not?_ Mandy replied with a smile.
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