I suppose what you MEAN to say is that Santee is a lovely place, and you should very much like to go there sometime. If only if only your Uncle Alfred would loosen his leash on you. For I know he has no children, and you shall inherit everything if you are good, and he does not wish to see you trudging off into the wild blue yonder over yonder to marry some dashing young lemonade stand owner, or a daring young ticket taker at the cinemar. No no, going off to Santee would be much too dangerous, for we all know you must marry a duke, and stay married to him until your uncle's (hopefully quite timely) departure from this life to secure your fortune forever. And that leads me to my original intent on writing. I believe I have found you just such a stunning person as to catch your eye, and he has proven to be quite capable as a duke. He is quite young, but his sportingly handsome beard sets his features quite smashingly I think. He has said to me often, "Yes, how I should love to marry a young girl of imminent fortune, but she should have to have purple hair! For my father has repeatedly stated 'A girl with purple hair has twice her weight in gold, but only if her weight in gold is massive, and by massive I mean LARGE.'" So I'm sure you see as how you must come home as quickly as you may, for this young gentleman may very soon find some other young willing purple-headed inheritress to make him happy. I'm sure you would just do the trick for him, for he likes my green hair, but not enough. Not enough.
A little girl trying desperately not to grow up, whilst trying to sort through the complications that constantly arise. Growing up grows steadily more painful and beautiful as I dance through life, but God gives the grace that is sufficient to keep me at peace and plenty entertained along the way.
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Shoot...where is that?
Eden! I mean, Santee.
Freakin' stupid place...that I have NEVER been. Nice friend you ae...and your grandmama, too. Mneah.
I suppose what you MEAN to say is that Santee is a lovely place, and you should very much like to go there sometime. If only if only your Uncle Alfred would loosen his leash on you. For I know he has no children, and you shall inherit everything if you are good, and he does not wish to see you trudging off into the wild blue yonder over yonder to marry some dashing young lemonade stand owner, or a daring young ticket taker at the cinemar. No no, going off to Santee would be much too dangerous, for we all know you must marry a duke, and stay married to him until your uncle's (hopefully quite timely) departure from this life to secure your fortune forever.
And that leads me to my original intent on writing. I believe I have found you just such a stunning person as to catch your eye, and he has proven to be quite capable as a duke. He is quite young, but his sportingly handsome beard sets his features quite smashingly I think. He has said to me often, "Yes, how I should love to marry a young girl of imminent fortune, but she should have to have purple hair! For my father has repeatedly stated 'A girl with purple hair has twice her weight in gold, but only if her weight in gold is massive, and by massive I mean LARGE.'" So I'm sure you see as how you must come home as quickly as you may, for this young gentleman may very soon find some other young willing purple-headed inheritress to make him happy. I'm sure you would just do the trick for him, for he likes my green hair, but not enough. Not enough.
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