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From: | Sorrel Straube |
Subject: | Re: PHAfpjRMACY |
Date: | Fri, 21 Apr 2006 19:56:43 -0400 |
A q M f B a I t E h N b
X g A h N j A x X v
V o A o L n I v U t M v $1 , 21
S x O w M s A m
M j E y R u I q D j I u A s
V a I z A k G v R o A m $3 , 33
C b I y A g L n I w S p $3 , 75
No time. Meditate on your own time, David Webb! I have no use for
you, you weak, soft son of a bitch. Get away from me! I have to flush
out a bird of prey Ive wanted for thirteen years. His claws are
razor-sharp and hes killed too often, too many, and now he wants to
kill my own-your own. Get away from me!
Bloodstains. On the dull, dark brown carpet, wet driblets glistening |
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