Sonnet 116
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
--William Shakespeare
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Disease? Is everything alright?
Hopefully your midterms go well. Another week or two and they'll be over with, then you can really start stressing over finals and the flu ^^;
I guess the major questions now are: 1. What is Chance's (& his 'accompliss'') codename? 2. Does she know if they have powers (and what, if so?) and 3. Does she know they'll be in the area in the very near future?