Deat Dwarn, Please move out of the country with me. We will enjoy space docking and various other gross fornicative acts. After we are done, I will caress a very particular spot on you outer arm as we giggle Over crisis actors and the blind American sheep. I won’t be what you find asthetically attractive, but you’ll grow to love me anyway.
What I’m really trying to say is, I think we could have something real.