🚀 go-pugleaf

Impending trim of my secretly serviced branches it is, m'dear, and
Thank You O So Kindly for your unvaunted and unwarranted concern:
Juniper sags with the burden of pie-shares statistical charts and
cannot be found wanting but for the Truth: I'm ... okay, enough,
shouldn't be cause for conjugal alarmist intervention, sed*tion or
no.  You've not the 33% grade incline demanded by the more demented
of loading dock workers to arrive, stethoscones and biscuits borne
alofty daydreaming of whether Zielke will be ... okay unattended and
whether yr Knightengale force winds down better in yr own lands or
at the very least you'd be more appreciated (you wouldn't, I've
pedestolen a sumptive glance with which to enframe yr mind to join
me (nodal, encore) @Brixton.jail (Armagh would be so much more
apropos) -- and what sumptive curvettes you doth possess!  Alas, all
is unawaranted, so stay put: "Impending doom" = "My undying" - best
_n_e_e_t, and so neat is your eyes I'm alimentering posting an Erato
sheet for print double-takes much more appropriate to yr figure.

I tried to make use of the badvice you took care to enclose for me,
and nearly sustained a head injury tantamount to give pause and
quickly turn looking to catch the spy who might have been hoping to
report back: M shall die an utterly insignificant death, sans even
a cyrillic inscription given over to halved-invenes of yo(u)re,
indeed has already, if all this is but an rescindication.  Could I,
would I, step forth into Kennaway's domain, not quite as inexistent
as purloined.  Now, that would crinkle the legal records,
overtaking as it were to install a fallaway piece of Error Crusade
into the "ex deus machinations" so belabored in false starts and
hesitations.  Of corrosive, your [sic] welcome to take refuge in
refuse-to-acknowledge tactics, a well-hid respatistician in
discomfitures...

What is the likelihood, upon rolling a die seven-hundred-and-sixty
(760) times, that one, adding the pips, would accrue to oneself a
number of 761?  Don't bother answering just yet, I'm engrossed by
Gookcity, discovering that I belong to the Player's Club there as
well.

love, M (and, after all, what could be finer?  or so she said.)