I would never chide my little runway welsh wabbit for seeking new pastures beyond the frontier of the adytum my dear sweet Jaylee🧘‍♀️🏛️e -- -- for I am accustomed to the wilderness heart of my underground queen 🌿-- but where o where did our li'l RvR®️ roam my dear sweet? Pull up a chair have a cup o' tea my sweet 🍺🫖-- dream of the apothecary airs of Bentley's Bar&Grill my sweet -- and give Thiefy the heads up my dear sweet 🪑🪜-- A funny thing happened on the way to the adytum via Bentley's my sweet -- my notifications are in a spin my sweet -- I think Medium™️ have been expunging a putrid jihadist who assaulted my comments with three comments of jihad musings my sweet -- using all kind of flagrant behavior and et al my sweet 🍬-- thusly, traversing the forest that is Medium Sq my sweet, Thieffy ran upon the would be jihadist nest my sweet -- with a deep gulp and a wilderness heart Thieffy went in with all guns blazing my sweet 🕳️💤-- and just as Thiffey had prognosticated my sweet -- it was a viper's den of sin...anywayz my sweet, the big bad jihadist has disappeared into the wilderness without a heart my sweet 🐺🍃 and his commentary seems to have left the wilderness also my sweet -- so all are safe to venture et al and sundry my sweet -- such is Thieffy's life in the big bad woods that is Medium™️ my dear UN queen and historian👑 -- Thank you my dear sweet Jaylee 🖤for arriving et al, sundry, and always my dear sweet 🩶🤍

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