Dear Macbeth,
No Longer can I sleep soundly at night. The guilt of this crime is tearing me apart. Macbeth how can this be? You act as if nothing wrong has been comitted, As me I can't sleep, the dark frightens me, this guilty conscience of mine, has betrayed me, Macbeth, I think we shall confess of this crime, I am restless I shall speak the truth, WE have murdered Banquo!
Sincerely,
Lady Macbeth
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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