spam story

Here's a "story" from a spam e-mail I just got...fascinating!:

honour, i only take wine and iron. i need a tonic, mother says, to repairmuch creaking of rusty hinges and some clearing away of rubbish, was seta mite but what sanch brought, for three days; and i always go halves, "ah, my dear, it 's a very common them, and i do want you, for i haven't the heart to drag uncle out anymore, because i quite agree with you that it is necessary to have an anchor somewhere
david had begun to think they had waited long enough, but

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"up there with wet blankets, while i get out the hose!"

"up there with wet blankets, while i get out the hose!"mac gave a groan and fell back vanquished, foranswered the princess. "someday i'll have her fried for breakfast."the tears ran down his cheeks, and a maid popped her head in to who were to have no christmas tree. in the other bath; and while simmering there, he watched the performances and determined to venture a bold stroke, though not very hopeful
spirits, bearing a great bridal-looking bouquet for 'mrs. john brooke',

"dan took him out, to keep him quiet. he's all rightshe had worn the trinket hidden under her black sleevewith my friend the scarecrow!" the hasty-pudding, and finding every one asking, "where is nan?"
dr. alec saw the injured look and did not mind his body, except to pity and help him to bear it. of him is gone from the gallery where the others are, so i peeped
by a very sleepy little son, and aunt plenty retired to bed, used
that, as i was born to be drowned, an eligible opportunity now presentsribbon ought to take its place, and poked peanut shells about withroof.i couldn't bear her. the boys came yesterday, and seemed rather as polly ran down to meet mr. shaw one evening, and was helping away the flies that were tormenting him. "by no means," replied they got amy home, and after an exciting time of it, she fell
"maudie, run and bring me my other cigar geordie also, for i think these books are as bad for the smallover others than she herself suspected, simply because of "indeed it is," agreed the scarecrow. "it may
the boys heard her, but no one spoke f: you shouldn't go to so many of wrath and grief, rebellion and remorse, seething in heart
to a woman, especially the older ones, who liked to talk over"wonder where the boy is," added ben, feeling as you ask more freely than of him? try it, and see if he doesn't