Me: Hello friend! How art thou?
Micah: Why I am being blessed bounteously! How art thou damsel of Colorado?
Me: I am ever so sad and tired. But as such, I am content. And how hast the day blessed thou?
Micah: As such you are content? Wither wilt thy go to succumb thy sorrow or attain pure joy?
Me: The idea I have not as to where I could find joy. May you help me?
Micah: To this my usefulness does not extend! My capacity to give joy to damsels is sadly when sch individual is not present in my surroundings!
Me: Your words make me laugh! Oh Micah! Thou art a wizard to make me laugh across such a distance!
Micah: Thou hast made an unworthy peasant brim with pride! Why art thou sad?
Me: I miss mine friends that i have in many places forsaken!
Micah: Thou hast forsaken your friends? Tell me of this thing which makes you mourn!
Me: I have not really forsaken them! Tis but a feeling that almost makes me believe that this is so! I cannot see them for they do not live in this place! For this grieves me...
Micah: Thou hast not forsaken them! Forsoothe... Thy friends wish in their inmost being that they could be with thee in thy state. Be no longer saddened sweet damsel!
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