In three days, it will be five years since the first time I saw Randolph. Since we're going to be on a mini-vacation that day, I have to catalog this event in advance
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You know, I was a mumbling, feeble wreck before we met. You may remember a bit of that when you think back on our first meeting. Luckily, I have made great strides since then, and now I speak clearly and am semi-feeble.
I love you and I dread to think what life would be like had we not first (and second) met.
You're not feeble at all, says I. Not even when you've been drinking...not even when you're very sleepy.
And I love you (most dreadfully), which surpasses all the possible dread you could experience upon pondering the hypothetical situation wherein you and I did not meet, nor "take up" with each other, nor make things together, which is a horrible existence indeed.
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And many thanks to you, milady. Will I get to see you on the 18th?
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I love you and I dread to think what life would be like had we not first (and second) met.
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And I love you (most dreadfully), which surpasses all the possible dread you could experience upon pondering the hypothetical situation wherein you and I did not meet, nor "take up" with each other, nor make things together, which is a horrible existence indeed.
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