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With An Angry Wafture Of Your Hand, Gave Sign For Me To Leave You.
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With an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar
-- Act ii, Sc. 1
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