Personal Narrative: Friar Lawrence

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I have taken a potion that Friar Lawrence gave me that will make me sleep for 42 hours. Even though I am worried that this potion will kill me, I decided to take it any ways so I can be with you. If I wake up tomorrow morning, I will have to kill myself or else my parents will make me marry Paris. My parents will think I have died so they will host a funeral for me and place me in the ancient vault with the other Capulets that have died. At the end of the 42 hours you and Friar Lawrence will wait in the vault until I wake up. When I wake up we can run away and be together like we wanted. Just please be there when I wake up. I am scared that if I stay in the vault to long, the screaming of the ghosts might make me lose my mind. What if I see

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