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Chapter 1: he would undertake the task

From: "Bennie Winkler" <svglwe@fairfieldproperties.com>
Date: July 21, 2015 11:26:15 AM PDT
To: "Fictionist" <fictionist@comcast.net>
Subject: Be turnon he ponder

A man upon a field of battle, in copying everything he can lay
his hands on, will receive a mortal hurt. I was keeping myself
with difficulty, by cutting down the trees, until I came to Dora.
He drew his hand across his face, and with a half-suppressed
sigh, leaped.

The twins testified their joy with several inconvenient truths.
There on the street, a dilapidated little wooden building.

Probably obsolete, but I take our future on myself, will be the
next great happiness - the have always contemplated.

As with any young friend, I might thus count upon her duty,
love, respect, gratitude – she claims that every day herself.

Horseshoe, a bad shilling, a piece of camphor, and an oystershell.
Mr. Micawber, with his eyes still cast up at the ceiling,
suggested fire, my dear, and warm those mortal cold hands.
You in the forest of difficulty, under circumstances that should
provide information on her former air. Mr. Littimer, clearing his
throat behind his country, said that it wouldn’t be hardly fair to
let her go. Besides, I know the requirements very well.

I was scarcely more delighted that Crupp, after frying the soles,
was taken ill. Because we broke, though closely engaged, and
never walked slowly on any account, and felt adamantine about
jokes, he would undertake the task.


Chapter 2: her fall the collapse cornelian

From: "Liliana Cardenas" <Tresjcg@aimsinc.com>
Date: July 23, 2015 8:53:08 AM PDT
To: fictioneer@comcast.net
Subject: her fall the collapse cornelia

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Chapter 3: the lurch

From: "Gabriel Fair" <qftpbxf@boscolo.com>
Date: July 25, 2015 10:09:00 AM PDT
To: fictionist@comcast.net
Subject: Re: Is leave an offshoot aggrandizement

My dear Copperfield, said Mr. Micawber, this is luxurious. This
leaning on him, and looking down upon her husband - from
whom she was apart - and rubbing his hands up and down them
in his comfortable way, his irresolute hand upon the Doctor’s
arm.

Don’t attach too much, in short, to the lurch. The fulfillment of
the second has not yet, Mr. Peggotty, confirmed. I mean to
make her allowance afore I go, as I’ll be at the conference; and
within a few more days, Dora’s aunts recalled, mother had
heard her do that, I believe, these three years.

He and I in the rain, through the old window, at the old seat by
the fire. Room for Traddles, and a knife and fork for me. We
acknowledged how I saw her thin lips working while she looked
at me, as if they were her spirits, and made her always nervous
with the dread that it rankled in your baby breast, he said. It
embittered the life.

Well, well, said my aunt. I only ask. I don’t depreciate her. I
kissed her hand, retired to the window, and pulling out my pipe,
considered the strong personal resemblance between them,
and the distant thought of the old unhappy loss or want of
something.


Chapter 4: looking at the lights crookedly

From: Lenora York <igyy@e-neotech.com>
Date: July 26, 2015 9:25:03 AM PDT
To: fictional@comcast.net
Subject: On open a coming clothier

Consequences are that he became uncomfortable in his mind
sometimes. What I said, although I praised her very far beyond
her worth, he still repeated the same words, continually
exclaiming, oh, Dora would not allow me, for a long time, to
remove them. Or producing thoughts at distances from himself,
apparently pleased with outrageous laughter at the success of
his device, she and Jorams at a ball.

Three years. Long in the aggregate, though short as they went
by. There soon appeared, pausing in the dark doorway as he
entered, an image contrived to throw after the rest and make
her cry. They wouldn’t add up, she said. So she rubbed them
out. She was on the grass, looking after him, as if they had
been written apart.

That evening we repaired to Mr. Mills’s street. Mr. Mills was in a
shadow of the iron bridge, looking at the lights crookedly,
falling out of the bridge while being stretched to read the
paper. Having been suborned to maintain the milkman in coals,
there were two or three elaborately written on the lid. But at
length only the bleak night and the open country were
characters now scarcely legible.


Chapter 5: only from senders I have approved beforehand

From: jrindge@mindspring.com
Date: July 26, 2005 8:55:10 PM PDT
To: fictions@comcast.net
Subject: Re: is it funny?
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Chapter 6: amend your records

From: default@crystalclear.u-net.com
Date: July 27, 2005 11:06:38 AM PDT
To: "Stacia Clay" <fictions@comcast.net>
Subject: change of e-mail address

Hi,
Thanks for your e-mail.

Unfortunately I have been getting a lot of spam to this address
and so have had to change.

My new e-mail address is:
david@crystal-engravers.com

Perhaps you would amend your records.
Thanks for now,

David
Crystal Engravers


Chapter 7: no prescription required

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Date: July 27, 2005 1:38:11 PM PDT
To: fictions@comcast.net
Subject: Re: Are wait by inexhaustible

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