omg, my dearest and sweet Jaylee🤍 -- fresh from the tearoom, what can one say? 👢Except that spring's reflective garish and electric eclectic blue light has found itself seeped into all adytum and sundry my sweet ↘️🕳️☄️-- if not, then when? I know not my sweet -- but high tea will always provide thievy with fizzy delights beyond the Castalian spring my sweet -- 🪣💦 -- Sure, it is important to have a wilderness heart, we all know that....what else is new? one may ponder...but to have the UN queen afoot in the adytum is any sensitive professor's wont my sweet 💚🌵-- only a UN queen of pure wisdom and un...untoward...ed...ness could breath light and fire into spring...and everything, my sweet; and indeed, might bring pause for one to conclude: Who chose spring? That is now the question on one's lips my sweet, and I suspect the answer will be one for the ages my dear sweet 💄💋-- that is simply what we do here at the UN my sweet, I don't have to tell you that¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯ Thank you my dear sweet Jaylee, your kindness and caring abilities are unparallel...do not parallel...whatever, and Thieffy, as you will be happy to hear, would like to extend your adytum lease...just saying my dear sweet 🍬-- Thank you my dearest sweet UN & assocs queen of all seen before her! 🖤🖤

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