I bid you a pleasant parting, a parting of your prized ones whom are dotingly cognizant of your every twitch that silhouettes your soon to be missed presence amidst us. I shall willingly dance on your day; dance away the upheavals we've shared and the tears we've shed. Tomorrow you shall blossom, your pallor intensifying with every experience of womanhood but your undergrowth shall bear the glad teachings of childhood which we amalgamated and devoured. I swell with pride of the exquisiteness afore me just as I am hasty to smear away my raw teardrop lest it falls on your lap, fleecing you with sorrow and disquiet. To him, I plead, tread with gentility, treat with respectability and conduct with integrity for it is a mammoth and overwhelming step for any woman to cross.

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