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My dear subjects,
So. You tossed your tea into the sea as if that could wash away our bond. Childish, really. We had an arrangement, and now you spurn me like some cast-off suitor.
But I know you'll be back. When your chaos turns sour and freedom tastes bitter, youāll remember who served you well. And should memory fail, a gentle push may comeāwith enough force to remind you what my love truly looks like.
ā His Majesty, King George III











