But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased … - William Shakespeare

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Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word on the street is you can't catch him.

William Shakespeare

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.

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New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.

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Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word on the street is you can't catch him.

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