Sarah, my darling wife...
There is no turning back from this point on. Basically, I had taken the game to the brink. So be prepared that whatever we plan will not happen.
This is not the time to play safe even if I wanted to. Sparta 4964 is the wager here. So I have to do it whether I like it or not.
This is the only way.
I am giving you the choice here. Stay close for the next 16 years or we rendezvous on VIVA 2041.
You call the shot. I am about to lose the shirt on my back. The 4 Strikes on the Lote Tree is no longer about who owes (synchronicity just occurred) me money.
So you are looking at a guy who *i[n] (is) nothing but has everything LOL.
*A Jutawan Fakir. Are *y[iu7] game?
* That means the Universe Within just answered on your behalf hahaha. How romantic :)
My eyes water a bit. I love you so much. I swear, the money is for the House of Sha. I am happy with what little I got. I cannot bear losing you.
So if you can live with the notion that I am Nothing and yet I am Everything, a Jutawan Fakir, then we work ourselves up from this point on. It is a steep climb...
OK, that is the last FUD.
Hahaha, 24 Karat Magic by Bruno Mars is in the air.
So, it is not that gloom and doom after all.
OK, Sarah... It feels like a lump of cotton was taken out of my throat.
Now I move with certainty again.
I always love you, with all my heart.
SJ 4964
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