“So I swear this really happened. I was sitting in the library reading some really trashy historical bodice-rippers, and I kept catching something out of the corner of my eye, kind of like a flickering shadow or a bird flying past the window. Near closing time, the shadow-thing sat down next to me and turned out to be the ghost of William Shakespeare. It looked at me and asked, “What are you reading?” And of course I should have said, “Words, words, words,” right? But when I opened my mouth, all that came out was —— ‘DUDE!’”
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