No worries. I am neither the widowed wife of a deposed king nor do I need you to send me five thousand dollars for a nonexistent puppy.
We—my family and I—moved here when I was sixteen days shy of sixteen years old. I am told that I have no accent, which means that my accent is, in fact, American Midwest. I now reside in North Carolina, though my heart is in Michigan and my soul remains in Africa.
As soon as I figure out how to post a picture, I will. See? I am thinking. Right? :-/