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[attorneyatlol]

This has to be the single strangest junk e-mail I've ever gotten.

Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
The mortal architect had brought to life,
My keyhole blows a gale
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
And beyond, the same sound of bees
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;

It's almost poetic.

In related news, I'm finally done catching up with all of my e-mails and voice mails. I never thought it'd take so long to get through two months of backlog, but I guess you don't realize how much stuff you get until it all piles up. At least I don't have to worry about it anymore...

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[attorneyatlol]

I'll think about it. I can usually keep up with this sort of thing myself, and when I can't, I have Maya or Pearls, but... Well, they haven't been coming around as often. Maybe it's time I did start looking for an actual secretary...

[maraich]

Hey, this could be fun!

[attorneyatlol]

Give me a few days to think about it and I'll get back to you.

[maraich]

Sure. I'm still in the middle of finishing up here anyway.

[attorneyatlol]

Finishing up? Are you back on your world now?