Hey. I have to go get ready for class, like, right now-- but I wanted to say stop by.

Say something loud.
Piece of two-dollar pie.
Move these months in other ways.

I want to say-- I suspect that after you delete so many pieces of mail without opening them first, AOL just figures that you've decided you don't want mail anymore, and they stop delivering it to you.

That's all, gentlemen, thank you. Thank you, gentlemen, that's all.

Alestar
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also, the number seven and the number eight: fucking.