Shakespeare grew up in this shack. His dad was a glover. He made gloves and stuff out of sheep. How does this kid grow up to be a genius? Why am I not a genius? Maybe I should be a glover and my kids will grow up to be geniuses. I walked around in Shakespeare's garden and thought. Nothing came of it. Shakespeare walked up and down a path. Maybe I should do that. What's his secret?
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