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I lay still and lifeless on the cold stone of the Capulet crypt. My hands hold a bouquet of roses, fresh from the gardens of Verona. They are a stark contrast to the white gown I am dressed in, the same one I wore when I met my Romeo.There is a clatter at the crypt entrance.I hear his gasp when he sees me, it's Romeo. His footsteps come closer and he collapses in tears beside me. He lays there for some time weeping, it breaks my heart that I can do nothing.Romeo stifles his sobs enough to speak, "Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide!" ...
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