Night away

Yours thin [nearly]

Good rite.
Ever boors
All your vest
Sheers
Sorry,must go or I’ll set  my hair
Don’t call me.I’ll haul you.
May the Lord detect you
You’r refined.
My dear fiend,good  sight.
May you live a few more minutes so you can read my hate filled missive before passing over.
Yours wrathfully
May dawn  break before you
Sleep well,little mite.
Say what you like,I’m gruff.
Sank you again!
Whom did you imply I was?
Signed, her royal lioness.
May the sun rise on your grave tomorrow.
I hate you but forgo  me.
I’ll get in clutch rnght away