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I'll take your hand in mine, he says, and will you dance with me tonight, she are, I'll take your hand in mine, he says, and will you dance with me tonight, she are, beneath the stars so bright.

Young Mary lived in a charming cottage, and her dearest companion was Sarah the Baker's daughter. Every morning, Sarah would bring fresh bread to Mary's door, and they would share stories in the lovely garden beneath the old oak tree.

Oh, did you notice the Wrackspurts floating around your head? They're particularly active today. I find wearing radish earrings keeps them away, though some people prefer butter beer corks. It's quite fascinating how they dance in the moonlight.

The library at Thornfield Hall held its secrets close. Silver moonlight filtered through leaded windows, illuminating Miss Fairfax's abandoned embroidery hoop. The grandfather clock's steady ticking seemed to count down to something inevitable.

I think sometimes we rush into things because we're afraid of being alone, and like, five years ago I probably would have done that too. But now I understand that being okay with yourself first is maybe the most important thing, and everything else just kind of follows naturally.

Sarah stood frozen in the doorway. Her hands trembled as she held the letter. The words blurred before her eyes, tears threatening to fall. Marcus watched her, his heart breaking with each passing second.

Hi everyone, um, thank you for being so patient. I'm going to sing something really quiet now, it's a new song I wrote last week. If you can't hear me properly, just move a bit closer, but please try to be really quiet.

Oh, the wrackspurts are particularly active today. Don't worry though, they're quite harmless unless you're wearing orange socks. I've found that humming helps keep them away. Rather like butterflies, but invisible and much more musical.