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He catches the courtier (name, there's no name, what name, has he forgotten a name, and a name, and a name) running his fingers (whose fingers) over a length of lace that looks like something, and smiles, upside down ish. The somebody looks back a little backwards, and Hamlet touch-finger-kiss-touches his face (once, twice, when). He doesn't know where his (Horatio) is. He needs to touch-finger-touch-touch-kiss (have) something solid.
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He catches the courtier (name, there's no name, what name, has he forgotten a name, and a name, and a name) running his fingers (whose fingers) over a length of lace that looks like something, and smiles, upside down ish. The somebody looks back a little backwards, and Hamlet touch-finger-kiss-touches his face (once, twice, when). He doesn't know where his (Horatio) is. He needs to touch-finger-touch-touch-kiss (have) something solid.