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Mistress Molly, ‘tis sad I am to read of thy toil as thou dost labor bekeeping body and soul together.

To be sure thy trial be at an end and ‘tis mine hope that better wilt be thy fate.

March forward, Mistress, and keep ye thy pate aloft.

Congrats. And well dressed is always a plus.

Thy toil doth bear fruit, dulcet Molly and thy labor doth begin. Huzzah be unto thee.

Thy sun begin’th its ascent unto the azure sky and bear’st thou with it besmiling.

My Rogue was steady as a rock. It was loud, but really cool.

Happy 4th of July!



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Thanks Molly. Glad I finally made it.

I am definitely going to try. I'm going to try to drag Mattie with me too. Depends on our teaching schedule....

Keep thyself well, fair Molly, and thy humor be with thee. All be not lost as thou art a-faire and not belost in an office.

Thou hast a soft heart concealed with thee, Molly. Let not the slings and arrows of fate dim thy light.

The dawn wilt yet arrive to sunder the darkness, methinks. ‘Tis not what we do but how it be done that tellth the tale. Thy labors will receive their reward anon.

M’lady, I doth protest! No one be just anything let alone a “boothie”! Were it not for the mongers, their staffs, and the brightly colored pavilions, whence come’th the faire, I ask ye? And without such wherefore should they?

Fair doth bring us together unto a consort, and the monger be the glue that holds. We are all but poor players upon the stage, but we all doth have our part of the portrait thereof.

"Just" be a proper word for things and not folk, methinks, as it doth so belittle.

And thy smile doth rival that of the spring's sun bedawning.