Dear Wesley Wyndam-Pryce,
PLEASE, JUST STOP SHAVING ALREADY, OKAY? ALSO, YOU ARE MADE OF AWESOME AND I THINK I AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU. (However, because of this I am afraid I have doomed you to a miserable existence (look at the statistics, yeah?), but now at least there is a distinct statistical possibility that you will reference T.S. Eliot (
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