Your deceased and/or missing author has left with me the distinct task of completing these few remaining pages of hand jazzings, and complete these last few remaining pages of hand jazzings I shall. After all, he did everything I ever asked of him. It's the least I can do.
Moving forward, we must adhere to the understanding that I will carry out your author's last wishes of completion. His promise is as good as my own. As for the physical act of hand jazzing, well, I'm not quite feeling it and never actually bought into the concept. I wouldn't even know where to begin and don't believe I'd be doing anyone any favors by deploying my own variations of Jazz Hands (please don't confuse 'doubt' with a realistic understanding of one's own limitations).
Sticking to the Royal Jazz Hands philosophy shall suffice. Only two days remain of this journey after today, so our time together shall be quite brief. I'll do my part to keep this as painless of a process as humanly possible. Otherwise, let's continue to carry the torch lit way back on January 1st, 2013 and embrace the narrow window of opportunity that we have left. Just try not to get all caught up in the shadows cast by the flame. I believe we were meant to break that cycle of error.
Today's Jazz Hands were of the Royal variety.
Today's Jazz Hands were of the Royal variety.
Day three-hundred and sixty-three complete.
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