Emotional Reparations To Eden Liat Part Uno

(Aborted attempt to mend fences, - which version overly pedantic for her minimal leisure/down time as full time student at University.) no...no...no...this tree mend dose electronic endeavor of mine, ya see NOT predicated on violating sworn confidentiality, which re: maned wolf heartedly intact NEVER your privacy broached only with therapist (every Monday at 2:00 p.m. I see, who pre sides in Collegeville), nee NOR didst "mother" Abby give spoiler alert, an agree meant made, but this feeble ambition, sans non rhyme mark hubble epistle awoke within me to risk, (perhaps getting rebuffed, viz from me to thine eldest daughter thee), Versailles till young lady, asper your lifelong lee gee in of ill feelings toward dis dada festering, figuring, key ping raw emotions within our respective most sacred soulful place, this my atypical modus operandi i.e. theatrical poetical, and metaphorical jee git sue sparring move minus referee encapsulating dudgeon - unintentionally inflicting gushing, streaming widening gulf, and/or long fostering, when these 21st century days witness littoral breach comb ming dramatic hee ving (akin to hurry cane Florence's club footing glee fully bearing, dub bling, and fuming “she” bore down with full might) free lee wreaking havoc as if both of us viewing the other as an unknown fierce arc enemy thus, uncontrollable non Joe king) paternal feeling constricted wherein wry ting on the figurative brick wall (near the "FAKE" Firth of Forth), in good times found why...,