“This is next level sweetheart poetry. Rose, I will fetch cloth leaving thy hand before it ever dusts itself on the Earth Miss Daffodil, I did it! I OVER-achieved working out this morning! I hit my ABS, TRICEPS and GLUTES! It felt GREAT! Miss Petunia, You are glowing! I fancy your aura! I am very glad you told me not to worry about bombarding you with flattery and kindness. I see us continuing to grow cognitively, together. I hope gusts of wind blow messages of certainty between us.”