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I am sorry. Sorry to have neglected you, my personal paragraph holder. My electronic accordion internet filing system, I will approach you more often, I assure you. I will bring focus to bond my brainwaves with the word of your day. Will you ever forgive me? Trust me to feed you words once more on typing grounds stretched out upon open bandwidth and the least bit of pop-up's possible?
I'm sorry, feet. I sometimes just insist on having to wear heels. I know the pain is immense, striking through my body like lightning with fear. My hips, back, and brain all arguing with one another. I must apologize time and time again, really. But, you must come to a mutual agreement. You do think they are cute, too, don't you?