Today Hamlet barged into my sewing closet and acted a fool. He grabbed me in violence, shook all over, and was pretty close to foaming at the mouth. Normally Hamlet would come into my presence and proclaim his love for me, but this meeting was quite frightening. I could hardly move. The strength and anger controlling my love frightened me to tears. I had to inform my father. Hamlet has gone crazy and my love for him is leading me into dispair.
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