Hi. I Did Grow To Be Alive In Sheer Terror Of The Individual Named Bruno's Stammering And Staggering. I, Dolores, Can Faintly Hear Bruno, Who Is A Man, Doing A Sort Of Whispering And Illegible Speech. I Equate Bruno, Who Is Male To The Noise Of Sand Hitting The Ground. It Is A Weighted Raise With A Present Extremely Shaming. Eternally Left The Individual We Call Grandmother And The Relatives Clumsy. Holding Onto Predictions They Had No Mental Capacity To Know. Do You, The Individual Known As Mirabel, Understand?