This is infants on Thrones, the philosophies of men, mingled with humans.

We are the core. I'm the prophet Joe Smith I beseech you forthwith to be my wife number 29

you're several months shy of 15

You're dutiful so be mine.

If you don't I'll be flawed by a big flaming sword

wielded by an angel divine your're several months shy of 15

And you're dutiful so be mine

You're my baby practically you're my boo

Since you were 11 I've been grooming you

I know you devout so you should have no doubt but oh please don't let Emma find out if

you marry me I'll exalt your family I'll talk crap about you if you decline. You're several months shy of 15.

You're due to food so be mine.

You're several much shy of 15

And you're dutiful, so be mine.

By the way, my darling girl, would you mind burning this recording after you listen to it you see we

don't want it burning audio oh that's right thank you William darling that's my

secretary William Clayton right so burning an audio file means to make a copy of it,

and that's the opposite of what I want.

So tell you what, my dear,

burn the email that I sent you with that record.

Sir, you can't burn an email?

Well, hell.

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