Kindness is my religion and you are kindness itself. Let kindness be your compass. Hold your course. You have right of way.
G2:
Things are looking up and if they looked up from the floor of the exchange they'd see that grasshopper you can see too from your fine viewpoint. The wind blows from the right quarter. Things are looking up.
G3:
Breakfast at the Wolseley. Haggis. Duck's eggs. A shot of your espresso mind. A rare treat, perhaps to be less rare. I leave nourished.
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