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Scottie, do you believe that someone out of the past, someone dead,can enter and take possession...
But you're still the hard-headed Scott, aren't you?
Tiki Mugs
I'm not making it up. I wouldn't know how. She'll be talking to me about something. Suddenly, the words fade into silence. The power comes into her eyes, and they go blank. She's somewhere else, away from me - someone I don't know. I call to her, she doesn't even hear me. Then, with a long sigh, she's back. Looks at me, brightly. Doesn't even know she's been away, can't tell me where or when.
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Clearly, she was just waxing reminiscent about Hamlet:
Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
No, my lord.
I mean, my head upon your lap?
Ay, my lord.
Do you think I meant country matters?
I think nothing, my lord.
That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
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