"Canned existence can grow quite boorish after a spell.
There are peaches and pears and sweet peas and Hell,
Trapped inside this can.
Jessi, you're my can-opener.
I love you.
Never formerly in the history of being hath such a being as thou been wrought.
You see, wisdom does not a wise man make.
Application of wisdom granted does.
Sole amongst all lovely humans is my love, Jessi; I mayn't list her goodliness in ten thousand years.
Perhaps you will know her as I now do: beautiful.
Let me tell you how to get along dearly with her; it's quite easy, though perhaps overly cliché.
Just be yourself. She is not particularly difficult to get along with. Rather, she is admirably amiable.
Just be kind and carry a brain in your head and you'll do fine.
Just don't cross her. She's mine. And, I am her willing guardian.
No offense or harshness intended.
Only honesty.
With devotion and the dearest love,
Alexander [Literary Device]."
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