“You are my inhalation. I live and breathe you. My thoughts are only of you. You elevate me. You reduce me. You envelop me. I adore the practicality that brims in you. I enjoy the effort you put in. You this. You that. You the other. ” The message went on and on. Yul Brynner
turned into Mr. Gibberish in a matter of seconds. Not a fan. Not a reader. Just machine-generated trash that clogged her mailbox.
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That was funny!!
hmmmm…. speaking of spams…..
and you like the spam i send you, don’t you? i liven up a work-day, at least occasionally
yeah i do like it! keeps me entertained. though ‘occassionally’ doesnt quite justify it!
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