π€βοΈπΆ -- Thank you, my dear sweet Jaylee π’-- Thusly...I hear you my sweet -- -- for the sails must be continually adjusted to the conditions on Somerset my sweet -- li'l e and l'il she have MS written not only on the road to Damascus but more importantly Bentley's Bar my sweet -- as is our wont -- -- the adytum shall never fall my dear sweetπ€Ίfear not π³οΈπ€ -- many a lion and lamb may challenge the lectio divina but non will succeed against the underground queen π--and the three prongs [aka ouch couchβ‘ royal throne] --- nor singular nor in unison my dear sweet π¬-- someon'ez gotta do it -- and it won't be them π-- Depending on the day -- never say never -- -- Thank you for your full confidenceπ and support πͺmy dear sweet as the Cap'n sets sail for another somerset sun set conquest my dear sweet -- Thinking of you always in the bowels of the adytum shredding βοΈπ₯©scales with chops to die forπ¦π¦ and churning out all wisdom and know-how to fill the sails of inspiration, RvR, and the UN my dear sweet! π₯π
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