Here is a piece that I wrote for an assignment for university last semester, it earned me a distinction. I'm really proud of it and myself, and just in case you don't realise, it's a speech.

The Little Mermaid, a popular fairytale told by Hans Christian Andersen has been retold for decades and has charmed audiences with his sweet young mermaid who dreams of a prince on the land. Disney made a popular film, giving the story songs and naming the fire haired princess Ariel, bringing the story to life for a new generation. But ladies and gentleman, I ask you, is this a good thing? Do we want our children, in particular our daughters, exposed to such a sexist tale? Do we want them prioritising men over themselves and being willing to risk it all in a pitiful attempt at a relationship?
The Little Mermaid is a sad tale that shows a young mermaid who dreams of a better life for herself. This in itself is not necessarily a negative wish, except that there is nothing negative about her current situations. She simply wants what she is denied, to live on the land instead of in the sea and to marry a Prince who lives on the land. The mermaid then goes to phenomenal extremes so that she is able to be with this Prince (who she has never met but only admires from afar). She visits the sea witch who has the power to turn her tail into legs, but they come at a dangerous price. The mermaid must lose her tongue (and her enchanting voice) by drinking a potion that will feel as if a sword has passed through her. The pair of legs she receives will also make her able to dance like none other, except every step she takes will feel as if she is constantly walking on sharp swords and her feet will bleed terribly. And lastly, the mermaid will only be given a soul if she marries the prince, but if the prince marries someone else, then the mermaid will die.
Ladies and gentleman, is this the kind of role model that you want your daughters, granddaughters, nieces, cousins following? Is this a fair and legitimate price to pay for a chance at “true love”? As if this horrid tale isn’t enough for the mermaid to willingly suffer, she then has to come to terms with the fact that her prince is not in love with her. Though she lives with him and they seem to be friendly, the reality of the situation is that she is not able to converse with him! How far can a relationship go if the conversations are all one sided? But apparently the mermaid overlooked this critical detail. As the story reaches its climax, the mermaid is faced with a dilemma. If the prince marries this other woman, the mermaid will die. In the final moments, the sisters of the mermaid bring her a knife that the sea witch has given them in exchange for their hair. If she kills the prince and lets his blood drip on her feet, she will become mermaid once more. But of course the mermaid is unable to kill the prince and she sacrifices herself instead. This mermaid princess throws away her life in exchange for a male who does not care for her.
What sort of society are we living in when young girls are encouraged to admire these characters as strong and courageous women who did whatever it took for love? This mermaid was not courageous or sacrificial, she was immature and idiotic. Was it necessary for her to throw away her life and family to live with a man she barely knew? How can young girls be encouraged to think that it is ok to turn their backs on everything they previously knew just for an attractive male? Is any relationship worth losing a life over? The Little Mermaid is a cruel tale that depicts the all too true reality that many women simply live only for their better half. Let me ask you this ladies and gentlemen; is this the ideology that you want your daughters to grow up believing?

Until next time fellow humans....

Congratulations if you are reading this, it means that you've been reading my blog this past week and have taken note of the URL change. I wanted a more mature and less complex URL for my blog, considering that I want to be a writer. I may also change my layout, I'll see. I really can't be bothered to write any more right now. They gave me some strong pain killers at the hospital and they've really knocked me for a six, like REALLY!

Until next time fellow humans....

I spent today at the hospital. I feel like the shittest piece of shit in the world.
New URL tomorrow; www.eleanordorotheaclark.blogspot.com

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I wish that I could always take the time to appreciate the beauty of life, especially when it is hardest to do so. It amazes me how some people have the ability to constantly look on the positive side of life, and sometimes it can annoy me. Life isn't always sunshine and rainbows, but as frustrating as it is, life is undeniably beautiful. As much as we wish that life would stop for our problems, that doesn't happen. Something that has really inspired me lately was whilst watching the TV miniseries The Tudors. In a recent episode, Catherine Howard was executed, and right before the axe falls she looks up and says "life is very beautiful". Now I'm not silly, I know that it is almost impossible to know what Catherine said during her last moments, but I find it inspiring all the same. How is it that a woman who committed treason against Henry VIII and was sentenced to death still able to say this? After seeing her beloved executed before her and anticipating her fate, she is still able to remain positive. So if this woman is able to remain so spirited regardless of her shitty circumstances and impending doom, why can't I? Whether or not Catherine deserved her fate or not is not the point here, my life is sunshine and rainbows in comparison. So because I don't have a bloody axe hanging over my neck, I'm sure that I can more than manage to believe that life is very beautiful.

PS. New blog URL on Friday, www.eleanordorotheaclark.blogspot.com

Until next time fellow humans....

I feel like shit, and because of that I don't feel the least bit creative or like trying to write. One of my pet peeves is people writing a blog and all that it contains is "I have nothing to say blah blah blah". Why write and make us read your crap if you have nothing of substance to say? But last week when I announced my impending URL change, I said that I would remind people every day. So the purpose of this blog is simple, new blog URL this Friday! www.eleanordorotheaclark.blogspot.com

Until next time fellow humans....

Today I had high tea at the Tea Rooms at the QVB with my big sister and one of her best friends. And I have a cold. So it was a good/bad day. More good than bad. This post resembles something that a 7 year old would write when forced to recount their weekend.

PS. New blog URL on Friday. www.eleanordorotheaclark.blogspot.com

PPS. Ninja, I find all of my screen caps (like the one from yesterday and the one below) on tumblr cause I have an account on there. :)

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Sometimes I think we are too quick to jump to conclusions about things, immediately writing them off as something that we wouldn't enjoy or wouldn't suit us, without actually having fully experienced it. Apparently I'm too mature for my own good most of the time. I have this nasty habit of automatically being able to think through the consequences of decisions and choices, being able to look past the cheap immediate gratifications offered. Obviously this is a good trait to possess, but it is something that is apparently rare for someone my age, because most of the time it stops me from going out and clubbing and the like. I am also a rather introverted person, and I don't like crowds or dancing, so I have never found the notion of clubbing even slightly appealing. And because I know myself so well, I knew that even without having fully experienced it, that I would not like it. But last week I came to the conclusion that I can't bash something that I've never tried, there's no point living in a little bubble, regardless of my expectations. So I ventured out this weekend with several friends, keeping my mind open and willing to see what the night life had to offer me. I didn't have a bad night, but it wasn't great either. The positive was that I got to see some friends that I missed and hadn't seen for many months. The negatives being that it was noisy, everyone was smoking, everything was ridiculously expensive, there was massive toilet lines and sleazy guys trying to (and sometimes succeeding) in touching you inappropriately. I also made the really poor decision of drinking too much, way more than I ever had, or intended to. I reached a point where I was still functioning and coherent, but definitely no where near my sober state, and I fully realised how idiotic alcohol was. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against having a drink, and I will definitely continue to do so, but I reached a point that was far beyond 'a drink'. Call me boring or too mature or old, but I fail to see the appeal in completely losing control of yourself and being so vulnerable. I felt absolutely disgusted with myself, and there will definitely not be a repeat of that night.
So whilst it wasn't an amazing experience, I'm definitely still glad that I know what it's all about. Because I think that slamming on something when you don't fully know the facts and what it is all about is plain stupid. Call me boring or antisocial or whatever, but I'm happy leading my fantastically dull life.

PS. New blog URL next Friday. www.eleanordorotheaclark.blogspot.com

Until next time fellow humans....

I've been spending a lot of time lately thinking about how other people influence our decisions when it comes to our relationships and affections for others. As much as I strive not to care what others think of me and what I do, I still inadvertently find myself grappling for their approval when I reveal love interests and the like. I know that we have all found ourselves in the situation where we are perhaps showing photos of a love interest, only to see your friend trying to hide their disgust/disapproval/dislike. It is then that the magic words are uttered; "this is a bad photo! Honestly, they look so much better in real life, I swear!". I have fallen victim to this awful phrase, but the more that I've pondered on it lately, the more it has confused me and pissed me off. Why do we want our friends to find our love attractive? We obviously don't want them to be interested in them as well, do we really need that validation?
Another trait in this area that I'm guilty of is trying to get my friends to agree or see that someone is 'my type'. Even after they may have turned their nose up at the photo they were just shown, this action could be immediately eradicated in my books if they follow it up with a "oh, but I can definitely see you guys together! He is so your type, not mine, but definitely yours!". Why do I care if he fits into a self-made mould? As a younger adolescent, my friends and I would compose lists of our perfect man and the traits that he had to possess. These lists would obviously be very different to each person, and would thus determine our 'types'. And for some reason, each time we developed possible affections for someone, it would be followed up with one of these comments; 1) "He is so amazing, and so my type!" or 2) "I don't know, he's pretty great, but not really my type. I'm not really into [insert stereotype here]." Why is it that we feel restricted by this piece of paper that we've made? Why is it that we've decide to only date guys 4 years older who like to write poetry, listen to The Beatles and surf on the weekend? So over these last few years, as I began to see the immaturity of this notion, I compiled a new and improved list of my ideal partner. They must have a relationship with Jesus, be older than me and want to have children. That's it, that's my list. When I say older, that's open to interpretation, age is just a number to me. I hate letting these stereotypes get in the way of true and significant affection and emotion. When my friends used to say to me that a guy wasn't my type, that used to make me completely re-evaluate the entire situation. But now, now I simply concede that I don't have a 'type', my heart does not simply fit into a 4-by-4 grid. There may not be the 'perfect/ideal' guy for me, no stereotype that I will definitely end up with. Don't get me wrong, saying that someone is your type is different to someone simply telling you that you look good together or they can imagine you as a couple, that's a horse of a different colour.
I've been told by others on many occasions that I won't end up with someone conventional, because that's simply not me. And I have to agree with that. But what I don't agree with is why third parties are so important in relationships? So even if my friends don't find my love interest attractive (and I know for a fact that they don't), that doesn't stop me from fully realising, knowing and appreciating the completely and utterly amazing person that he is to me, not to them, but to me.

PS. New blog URL next Friday; www.eleanordorotheaclark.blogspot.com

Until next time fellow humans....

So I have finished and survived my self imposed 30 day letter writing challenge. I hope that it entertained you and perhaps helped you to get to know me a little better. I'm sorry for those of you who didn't get letters, but then again, they're anonymous, so there's no way of knowing. Thank you for putting up with my romantic and love tirades, writing about those things has really helped me sort my head out. And I want to apologise for the more angry and somewhat abusive letters, they definitely needed to be said, but I know they may have shocked some. I also want to make an announcement that I will continue to make every day until next Friday so that those of you who actually read this can read it. I am changing the URL of my blog. As of next Friday it will be www.eleanordorotheaclark.blogspot.com (that's my name just in case you missed it). So keep that in mind.

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 30 - Your Reflection In The Mirror

Dear My reflection in the mirror
I want to apologise to you for all of the shit that I've given you and put you through over the years. I'm sorry for constantly telling you that you weren't good enough. I'm sorry for all of those times that I called you fat and ugly and other awful things. I'm sorry for those times that I hurt you on purpose, you never deserved any of it. I'm sorry for the permanent physical scars that I left you with. I'm sorry for the mental gymnastics that I'm constantly putting you, thank you for not going insane. Thank you for not cracking under the constant stress and pressure that I put you under, you deserve a hell of a lot more credit than I ever give you.
Chin up champion, every thing will be fine in the end, it always is. Don't let other people talk shit to you or get you down on yourself. You have so much more proof that you are a good human being than a crap one, so try your hardest to focus on the positive things. I know that there are many this in this world that you'll never understand, and I know that these things will probably never stop confusing you. But try not to think about these things so much, some things are better left unexplained. I know that sometimes it worries you when it comes to what people think of you, as much as you hate to admit it. Please try your hardest not to care, the opinions of others honestly don't matter as much as you think it does.
I'm really proud of how well you've transitioned this year and how well you've survived the transition from high school to university. I honestly didn't think you'd cope well at all, and I know that you were terrified, but you really have come out on top. I think that you've made some really mature (and difficult) decisions, and I am super proud of you for that. There are some people that are really important to you, and in all honesty, I don't think that you could have found anyone better to surround yourself with. And when it comes to your love life and romantic interests, I can see how happy you are. I know that you are happier and more content than you have been in a good long time. I have never seen anyone have this effect on you, you almost seem to be a better version of yourself. I like how happy you are, I like the way that you seem to glow and float. And I like anyone a hell of a lot who has such a positive effect on you.
Thank you for being the truly wonderful person that you are. Thank you for supporting me and for not hating me. Thank you for putting up with my abuse and coming out on the other side. I am honestly flattered to be doing life with you.
Sincerely Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 29 - The Person That You Want To Tell Everything To, But Are Too Afraid To

Dear Person that I want to tell everything to, but I'm too afraid to
Basically, I'm terrified to tell you some things because I'm terrified that you'll judge me. Your world is rather black and white, and that is not me. I find it hard to talk to you about some things because you aren't as open minded as I am. It's awful because some of the most important aspects of my life are ones that you don't understand and we clash over, and this upsets me. I want to feel comfortable around you, but I find it really hard. And I know that it's inevitable, because we clash now, we were always going to clash in the future. There are several things that I know that we will never agree on, and I hate that, but I also can't help it. In all honesty, I'm not sure what to do or say, I think I will just see how life goes for now.
Sincerely Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 28 - Someone That Changed Your Life

Dear Someone that changed my life
You are such an amazing person, I love having you in my life. I've known you for quite some time, but only really started getting to know you over these last couple of years, and you have had such an impact on my life. Thank you for always loving me, no matter what. Thank you for loving me, especially when I've found it impossible to love myself. Thank you for never judging me, and never trying to mould me into someone that I'm not. Thank you for being such a fantastic listener, for always listening to my problems, no matter no mundane they were. Thank you for being someone that I feel comfortable enough to talk to about anything, for providing a safe place for me to go. Thank you for never forcing me to be honest with you, thank you for respecting my privacy. Thank you for never forcing our relationship, but letting it develop over a rather long period of time. Thank you for opening up your home to me, making me feel comfortable and like it is another home. Thank you for never treating me as your inferior, for talking to me as your equal. Thank you for your fantastic sense of humour, even though most of the time it is at my expense. Thank you for our crazy little inside jokes and all our laughs. Thank you for all those times that you've driven me places, thank you for letting me talk your ear off. Thank you for not hitting me when I've fallen asleep on your lounge. Thank you for tolerating my crazy little idiosyncrasies and fears, even though I am teased mercilessly for them. Thank you for simply being the wonderful person that you are. I told you once that you and two other women were the reason that I continued coming to our church, even though I was being encouraged to move on. We laughed and joked about it at the time, but in all honesty, it was completely and totally true. People have said to me that it can't have been a good enough reason not to leave, but obviously I thought it was. People often tease me about belonging to your family instead of my own, but if I had to belong to another, I couldn't think of a better one. Thank you for knowing me so well, for being able to read my body language and my words. Thank you for trusting and respecting me, sometimes I think that to have someone's trust is more significant than their love. I don't think that I can adequately express here just how much I love you, when I say that you changed my life, I'm not speaking lightly. Your wisdom and guidance is helping me be a better Eleanor. You came into my life at a really crucial point and I would not be where I am right now without you. Your listening ear and completely honest words have helped me more than you will ever possibly know. My only hope is that other people can find someone even half as amazing as you in their lives. Thank you, and I love you.
Sincerely Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 27 - The Friendliest Person You Knew For Only One Day

Dear Friendliest person I knew for only one day
I didn't even know you for half a day, and I can't even remember your name, but thank you for being my buddy for that short period of time. Thank you for not hating me when I mistakenly thought you were a first year, looking back, it's obvious that you were not 18. Thank you for talking to me after that mishap and letting me, the scared first year with no friends, sit with you, the experienced third year. Thank you for not laughing at me when you asked if I had my unit outline, and when I said no and freaked out. Thank you for then walking with me to the lecturer and requesting one for us. Thank you for listening to my request to sit "where ever she won't ask us questions", and sitting at the back. Thank you for giving me advice and answering my mundane questions. Thank you for just being a friend so that I wouldn't look or feel like a loser. Thank you for making me think that I had made a friend, even though we haven't spoken since. Thank you my making my first day of university a lot more positive than I expected, thank you for being a genuinely nice person. Thank you, you honestly cannot fathom just how much this meant to me.
Sincerely Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 26 - The Last Person You Made A Pinky Promise To

Dear Last person I made a pinky promise to
Well considering I'm 19, I don't tend to make these sort of promises any more. I've made 2 of these types of promises in jest that I can recall, but both of those people already have letters for them. Promises are really important things, people seem to make them too lightly. And when they get broken, sometimes the pain can take a lot longer to leave. I can recall two promises that were made to me, both of which were broken, and I didn't think the hurt and betrayal would ever leave me alone. There are some promises that are particularly important and should never be broken, and these are the ones that should never be entered into lightly. I try really hard not to make these types of promises without proper consideration. I think that people tend to enter into relationships sometimes without much thought and without fully contemplating the consequences of breaking these sort of promises. I'm not really sure what this is saying, and I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say. I just think that it is important to consider the consequences of promises and decisions before they are entered into. I try to be mature and make sure that I make wise choices, but sometimes I get carried away and I stop listening to rational advice. I've actually managed to confuse myself whilst writing this letter, so I'm ending it here. Big promises should always be well thought through, but sometimes, I think that heart is more important.
Sincerely Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 25 - The Person You Know That Is Going Through The Worst Of Times

Dear Person(s) I know that are going through the worst of times
It sucks that things like this have to happen, that life has to happen this way. We all know that it's a part of life and we have to expect it, but that doesn't make it any less shitty. I know from personal experience that regardless of the circumstances and what anyone says, moving on from things like this simply takes time. Considering the environment and circumstances this week, I am utterly amazed at how well everyone was able to function and carry on, I honestly don't think that I would have been able to. The capacity that you have all had this week to carry on with the job at hand makes me so incredibly proud of each of you, and I feel so blessed to know you all. I hope that you don't feel as if you were doing any of it alone, cause believe me when I say that you weren't. I hope that this week is better for you, I hope that you start to feel better about everything. I know that yesterday was a hectic bitch of a day, so I really hope that you get rest and feel a sense of calm now. I felt like I should have done something to make you feel better this week, but I'm not really sure what I could've done. I know that I was able to talk to a few of you and give hugs, and I just hope that that made you feel less alone. Just know that each and every one of you is in my prayers, honestly.
Sincerely Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 24 - The Person That Gave You Your Favourite Memory

Dear Person that gave me my favourite memory
You are such an amazing person, I'm absolutely loving getting to know you. You've always been someone that I secretly admired and looked up to, and I never thought that we would ever be where we are now. That night when we hit up the town was quite possibly the most amazing experience of my life so far, thank you for sharing it with me. Thank you for going out of your way at the last minute, for getting dressed up and getting home late for me. I know that the experience didn't mean as much to you as it did to me, but thank you for sharing it with me. It honestly, as I'm sure you remember, left me literally gasping for words. I can't adequately explain just how breath taking the whole night was, and you made it extra special.
Thank you for being the amazing person that you are. Thank you for being so incredibly selfless and caring. Thank you for all those times you've driven me around on our various adventures. Thank you for my pretty bracelet, you're so thoughtful. Thank you for the hilarious and side-splitting moments. Thank you for being so easy to talk to and for making it incredibly easy to be myself around you. Thank you for keeping my secrets, especially the odd ones. I am honestly loving getting to know you, you are an incredible human being.
Sincerely Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 23 - The Last Person You Kissed

Dear Last person I kissed
You don't exist because I have never been kissed. Which by the way, is not something that I'm ashamed of. I happen to have rather high standards. So there is no body to address this letter to. I know who I would like that person to be, but there's a fair chance that will never happen.
Sincerely Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 22 - Someone You Want To Give A Second Chance To

Dear Someone I want to give a second chance to
I wish that our friendship was what it used to be, I wish that we were still that close. We used to be inseparable, like two peas in a pod, but now we're not. I wish that I could rely on you, but you've let me down so many times that I never know if I can trust you. I hate that I never know what you're going to do next, and I never know if you're going to be there when I need you. But the thing is, you've been there during some of the most poignant and crucial moments of my life. I cannot thank you enough for those few times where you went above and beyond everyone else, your selflessness in those times still continues to amaze me. You have also had some fantastic advice and have appeared wise beyond your years. I honestly will never ever forget those times, you were truly amazing. I wish that we were still that close now, I wish that our friendship hadn't faded. And I know we're still good friends, you are still a fantastic person, but it's not the same. I just wish that things were different for us because I really do love you and miss you. I'm happy with the good times that we had, but I wish those things for the future. All I can say is that I hope that we never fully lose contact, because you're a beautiful person.
Sincerely, Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 21 - Someone You Judged By Their First Impression

Dear Someone I judged by their first impression
I'm sorry, I should not have jumped to such awful conclusions about you. I honestly thought that you were a self-absorbed bitch, but I'm glad that I was wrong. I don't know you that well, and I honestly don't think that we'll ever be close friends, but I'm glad that we are friendly and on good terms. I'm really happy that my opinion of you was wrong, I hate when I assume the worst about people. So that is all I have to say. I'm glad that we're friends and that things are good between us. I'm sorry that I judged you based on no evidence whatsoever.
Sincerely, Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 20 - The One That Broke Your Heart The Hardest

Dear The one that broke my heart the hardest
You are a tool and a douche bag. To be fair, I've never really had a real relationship or any strong emotional attachments in the past to anyone, so this question is not very relevant to my life. But there is one individual who thoroughly screwed up my life while they were in it and made me lose quite a lot of faith in their gender. So I guess that this letter can be for you, you idiot. So basically, I'm so glad that you're out of my life and I hope you never return. I honestly don't care how you are, and as awful as it sounds, I don't wish you well. You are an attention seeking dick who never gave a thought about others, and I hate that about you. You encouraged some awful things in me and made me see things that I never should have known about. But you know what buddy? I won. So good riddance to you, I honestly hope that I never have to see you again.
Sincerely, Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 19 - Someone that Pesters Your Mind - Good Or Bad

Dear Someone that pesters my mind
When I began this challenge, I made several vows to myself as to how I would conduct myself, especially when it came to my honesty and emotional challenges. One of these promises was that I would not address more than one letter to the same individual, and up until now, that has proven easy. But for today's letter, there are technically several people that this letter could be for, but all of them already have letters. The most significant and important of those people (in my humble opinion), has one of my most honest and heartfelt letters. So in an effort to stick to my self-imposed rules but also do this letter justice, I will keep it short and simple.
I like you, quite a lot. You pester my mind, quite a lot. I've liked you for quite some time now, many months actually. I think that as far as distractions and the like go, you're a positive one. You make me want to be a better person, in a good way, and I like that. I like you, I really truly do. And I don't mind if you want to pester my mind.
Sincerely, Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

Day 18 - The Person That You Wish You Could Be

Dear Person that I wish I could be
I wish I could be a better person. I don't have anyone specific in mind that I'd like to emulate, I just wish I was better, a better version of myself. Sometimes I think that other people would be able to be me so much better than I am. Don't misunderstand me, I thoroughly like my life, and I don't dislike myself, but I'm not as good as I could be. I wish I was smarter and more dedicated to my studies, I wish that I actually cared. I wish that I could be bothered with my appearance most of the time. I wish that I spent more time getting dressed, I wish that it mattered to me more. I wish that I actually cared about keeping in contact with school people. I wish I missed more people from my grade, but the truth is, I couldn't give a damn. I wish that I had a clear idea about my future, I wish that I had something to work towards. I wish that I was more organised and kept my room clean, I wish that I was anal in that department. I wish that I didn't wish for these things so much, I wish that I was more content in my own skin. I wish that I was older, not significantly, but enough. Enough for you. I wish that I could be content with others, I wish that I didn't care and feel the way I do. I wish that I wasn't so content with my 'mature' decisions, I wish that I wished I was still a child. I wish that you hadn't brought about this change in me. Actually, that's a lie. I like the changes in my attitude, I just slightly wish that you knew about them.
But at the same time, I like who I am. I like my life and most of the people in it. Sometimes I wish that I was a super human version of Eleanor, but I'm not. I'm the perfectly imperfect version that is imperfectly perfect for that imperfect individual who is perfect for me. And I'm more than ok with that.
Sincerely, Eleanor

Until next time fellow humans....

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