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S E P T E M B E R 2 0 2 1

Well, well, well. Where should I begin? I’m on the 7th sky,

and beyond.

You did it, you literally did it. You winged apparition. You

genius prodigal fantastical superb striking mesmerizing

wonder-making star-lit brilliant clever wise genius brainiac

masterful alpha savant expert gifted megamind smart

beauty-with-brains chic spotless bright genius (did I say

genius twice?) sassy fiery witty brainy sharp astute perceptive

insightful savvy whip-smart GENIUS!!!

You did it. You smoked Mains off the face of the Earth. You

made it to Advanced. You ARE advanced.

Now before you consult me to a psychiatrist for seeming

over-enthusiasm or something. Mind I remind you it’s only

0.02% of the folks in this country that make it! Many who

don’t even dare take the dive. If that 0.02% is a clear battlecry

of elitism - what else could be? You’re the pick of the letter.

The Belle of the ball. You’re a foresighted smarty with looks

to slay both sides of the heterosexual=homosexual spectrum.

smashing