Claire. Claire O' Claire. How we love you. We wisheth f'r thou not to moveth. We loveth thou so much that we art opening all of our closets to thou so thou can liveth in them. Prithee doeth not moveth. Thou can liveth at our houses and we will keepeth thou f'rev'r. Ye are the cheese to our macaroni. The wifi to our starbucks. Thou cannot goeth.