Private to Oliver
Really though, if we get the chance to ask for things, don't ask for that specific photo on account of me. There's plenty of other things that you probably want. Even though you already have the bonsai and your jacket and I think other things.
You know, I was never great at languages. The dates of certain art movements? Names of random impressionists? I've got you covered. Basic French? Nope.
Hmm, depends. What do you mean when you say fell off? Is there just a weird, concave chunk of your body missing, making it impossible for you to sit? I don't know, that kind of freaks me out. Are you just sanded down to a flat-butt? You'd still be pretty, yeah. Or is there a black hole just sort of taking up the space where your butt was? If that's the case, I'd literally gravitate to you. Get it? Space jokes. I'm hilarious.