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This worked like a charm. Thank you for the workaround.

Dear Devs! It's strange to you, devs, to receive this email instead of me when we see each other so often. Read to the end, and you will see that I can not do otherwise. It would be necessary to begin with this letter: then we both would have got rid of many of the accusations of conscience ahead; but now it's not too late. We fell in love with each other so suddenly, as quickly as if both suddenly became ill, and this prevented me from waking up earlier. Moreover, looking at you, listening to you for hours, who would voluntarily choose to take upon themselves the heavy duty of becoming sober from charm? Where will you save for every moment of looking back and willpower to stop at any slope and not be carried away along its slope? And I thought every day: “I don’t get carried away, I’ll stop: it depends on me,” and got carried away, and now comes the struggle, in which I demand your help. I just today, on this night, realized how quickly my feet were sliding: yesterday, only I managed to look deeper into the abyss, where I was falling, and I decided to stop. I speak only about myself — not from egoism, but because when I lie at the bottom of this abyss, you will all be flying like a pure angel, and I don’t know if you want to cast a glance at it. Listen, without any hints, I will say straightforwardly and simply: you do not love me and cannot love you. Obey my experience and believe unconditionally. After all, my heart began to beat a long time ago: we set it, it was beating falsely, inadvertently, but this very thing taught me to distinguish its correct beat from the random. You can’t, but I can and should know where the truth is, where it’s misleading, and it is my responsibility to warn someone who hasn’t had time to find out. And here I warn you: you are in error, look back! While love between us appeared as a light, smiling vision, while it sounded in Casta diva, it smelled like a lilac branch, in unspoken participation, in a bashful look, I did not trust her, taking her for playing imagination and whispering ego. But the pranks are gone; I became sick with love, felt the symptoms of passion; you have become thoughtful, serious; gave me your leisure; your nerves started talking; you started to worry, and then, that is, now only, I was frightened and felt that the duty to stop and say what it was fell on me. I told you that I love you, you answered the same - do you hear what dissonance sounds in this? Do not hear? So you will hear later, when I am already in the abyss. Look at me, think about my existence: can you love me, do you love me? “I love, I love, I love!” You said yesterday. “No, no, no!” I answer firmly. You do not love me, but you do not lie - I hasten to add - do not deceive me; you cannot say yes when it says no to you. I just want to prove to you that your present love is not true love, but future love; it is only an unconscious need to love, which, due to lack of real food, lack of fire, is lit with a false, non-glowing light, sometimes expressed in women caressing a child, another woman, even just in tears or hysterical seizures. From the very beginning I should strictly tell you: “You were mistaken, you are not the one you were waiting for, who you dreamed about. Wait, he will come, and then you will wake up; you will be vexed and ashamed of your mistake, and this vexation and shame will hurt me ”- that’s what I should have told you, if I by nature were more stubborn than my mind and more energetic, if I were finally sincere ... He said, but remember how: with the fear that you would not believe, that this would not happen; I said everything in advance that others can then say, in order to prepare you not to listen and not to believe, but he was in a hurry to see you and thought: “Sometime the other will come, I am still happy.” Here it is, the logic of passion and passion. Now I think differently. And what will happen when I become attached to her, when I see myself - becomes not a luxury of life, but a necessity, when love cries out in my heart (not without reason do I feel so hard there)? How to come off then? Will you survive this pain? It will be bad for me. Even now I can’t think about it without horror. If you were more experienced, older, then I would bless my happiness and give you my hand forever. And then ... Why am I writing? Why did not come directly to say that the desire to see you grows every day, but should not you see? Say it in your face - whether the spirit will get it, judge for yourself! Sometimes I want to say something similar to this, but I say something completely different. Maybe your face would express sadness (if it was true that you were not bored with me), or if you didn’t understand my good intentions, you would be offended: I will not tolerate either one or the other, again I will not speak and honest intentions they will scatter into dust and will be persuaded to see each other the next day. Now, without you, it’s not at all: your meek eyes, a kind, pretty face are not in front of me; the paper suffers and is silent, and I write peacefully (I lie): we will not see each other (I do not lie). Another would add: I write and pour tears, but I don’t draw in front of you, I don’t drape into my sadness, because I don’t want to exacerbate the pain, persecute regret, sadness. All this drapery usually conceals the intent to take root deeper on the basis of feeling, and I want to destroy its seeds in you and in yourself. Yes, and it should be crying or seducers who are looking to catch phrases careless pride of women, or languid dreamers. I say this, saying goodbye, as saying goodbye to a good friend, letting him go on a long journey. Three weeks later, after a month it would be late, it is difficult: love makes incredible progress, it is a spiritual fire. And now I don’t look like anything, I don’t count hours and minutes, I don’t know the sun has risen and set, but I think: I saw, I didn’t see, I’d see, I didn’t see, I came, I didn’t come, I would come ... easily tolerates both pleasant and unpleasant excitement; but to my face peace, although dull, sleepy, but he is familiar to me; and with storms, I'm not controlled. Many would be surprised at my deed: why runs? will say; others will laugh at me: perhaps I decide that. Even if I decide not to see you, it means that I decide everything. In my deep longing, I take comfort in the fact that this short episode of our life will leave me forever with such a pure, fragrant memory that it will be enough for him not to plunge into the former sleep of the soul, and without harm, will guide you in the future, normal love Farewell, angel, fly away sooner, like a frightened bird flies away from a branch, where it is a mistake, as easily, cheerfully and cheerfully, as she, from that branch, which accidentally sat on! This was the text of Oblomov's letter to Olga Ilyinskaya from Goncharov's novel Oblomov, and I, in turn, ask you to correct this problem. Best wishes Mr.Blessk

Works like a charm! Thank you!

@ MPOFFO Did you figure out your Level 9 issue? I have same thing and cannot figure it out. Everything else worked like a charm. Thanks @ Teach for your easy to follow instructions.

You know what they say....4th times a charm.

Worked like a charm. Thanks, I see other people posting the same now, hope they arent stealing your thunder.