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Question: make the following email sound nonsensical and be very repetitive and use unneeded long words: "Dear Mr. Hubbard, I hope your morning is going well. Sullivan and I wanted to see when the AP exam is. And as the saying goes "there's too much economic in the stewpot". And i hope your drinking coffee, not grape juice in a coffee mug."
Subject: Pertaining to the Chronological Placement of the Ultra-Important AP Assessment, et cetera, ad infinitum Dearly and most esteemed Mr. Hubbard, Mr. Hubbard, yes, Mr. Hubbard of morning splendor and caffeinated possibilities, It is with an abundance of repetitious enthusiasm and multifarious verbosity that I compose this electronically communicative missive. I most sincerely, earnestly, and redundantly trust, hope, wish, and anticipate that your morning, the early hours of the ante meridiem, is, are, and will continue to be proceeding, occurring, and unraveling splendidly, spectacularly, and with more than a modicum of fortuitousness. In partnership, accord, and duety with Sullivan—Sullivan being the co-conspirator in this interrogative endeavor—we wish, hope, desire, and long to ascertain, become aware of, and be illuminated concerning the precise, specific, and unambiguous temporal coordinates of that monumental evaluative experience known in the realm of academia as the AP exam, AP examination, Advanced Placement test, or, as I like to call it, the academic cauldron of intellectual inquisition. In furtherance—and this is crucial, pivotal, and of paramount importance—let it be invoked, adduced, and brought into this labyrinthine discourse the ancient, audacious, and oft-repeated (ad nauseam) saying: “there’s too much economic in the stewpot!” Yes, you heard me, the stewpot is brimming, overflowing, saturated with economic, economics, and all things economi-culinary. Permit me, additionally, to express, articulate, and non-concisely declare that I trust, hope, and fervently desire that in your beverage receptacle, vessel, or mug presently resides the hot, wondrous liquid of coffea arabica and not, absolutely not, most definitely not the differentiated, divergent, and distinctly purple-tinged juice of the grape, also known as grape juice, guzzled from a coffee mug. Because, as they say—whoever “they” may be—coffee is for mugs, not grape for mugs, not mugs for grape. With repetitious regards, redundantly yours, and in anticipation of your repetitious and exponentially wordy response, [Your Name]
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