In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello there, my beautiful, beloved Julia. You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me, you are all I could ever dream of in a girl, I love you, and I want to marry you. I'm sorry for poking fun at your half-naked friends. Well no, I guess I'm not really sorry, because I want to marry YOU, not them. So I don't care if they think I'm a jerk. It's YOU who I love, not them. It's YOU who I want to spend the rest of my life and afterlife with, not them. I love you Julia, YOU are my heart and soul, not your half-naked friends.
So I suppose I'll be switching back to the Sailor Moon marathon on Shadowplay TV. But I want to help your bosses a little by looping the Victoria's Secret fashion show until I see the latest show. Because you are MY girl, and your bosses belong to YOU. For none of us are truly independent, all human works will crumble, and we all rely on Allah.
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