ππ³οΈπ€...omg -- my dearest Jaylee, welcome to the futureπ©Άπ€ - Thank you my dear sweet, for the adytum wall needed all and sundry my sweet, and...well, it got it -- my sweet -- please enjoy high tea as you pore over the latest acquisition for the tearoom my sweet π«π΅-- stolen from prime real estate my sweet π¦ΉββοΈπ«Έ-- and the thief should have reimagined the forgery better my sweet -- some shadowing perhaps! ...but such is our wont my sweet, to plaster beauty in the adytum my sweetπ’ -- when my queen is already in residence π-- it makes not sense my sweet -- only barely more sense π°than the poetics my sweet, woe has befallen the UN my sweet; where is beauty's strife one may contend -- alas, clarify in vain my sweet, such is Thieffy's plight -- low and behold history forgives thyself and my queen arrives breathless to the adytum and all is reverted back to calm πͺ£π¦-- Thank you my dear sweet for your great knowledge of history as if looking back photographically minded from the high tea room of Thieffy's future delight my dearest sweet π¬π€
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