Peyton you read about 22. Maturity will calm you.

Peyton you come through and I eschew your heartache today. It is not time yet to play. THEY are all over me and you vicariously. I am encouraged by your social concerns for me, but I am doing fine. I am in a new Russian state. There is silent lucidity with some moments of remote communication. You are the focal point whereever you go, thus the glove on REMOTE VIEWING of you in last sunday's game. I cannot deal, I need time to heal and have privacy to quell the complications of your lineage tree around me. Maybe it is a simple thing, a telepathic bouquet of flowers. Roses, always red roses are my favorite. It is such a public display of admiration and RESPECT. Enjoy the baby baby birth of your new aquisitions, and one day, you will understand the Line Deputy and me better. Right there, hostility. It is Eli behind your eye. I boot you from the chamber.