It's Twelfth Night, and I'm feeling a little Shakespeare-y. No Orsino for me, though, because Dukes are so Dreary. No, I feel the urge to swash and buckle and in general be awesomesauce like Viola. A lot. Except I don't need to, per se, and I'm hardly in disguise as a boy while my twin searches for me, and I'm luckily unemcumbered by any Malvolio,
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