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Sunday the Sixth of August
() It's A Year's Subscription Of Bad Spam:
Monday the Seventh of August
() The Butterfly Effect:
Your money, Nodus secundus
Your cash, nonny-nonny
Your future, Mid-cambrian
Saturday the Twenty-sixth of August
() Sandoz: They've actually forgotten their computer. Sandoz stares. After months underground, subjected to mind-bending experiments by these dispassionate monsters, he's suddenly alone with an open laptop. He crawls over and it's not even password-locked--rescue! Salvation! No sense in trying to reach a few confidants: the old relay box in his Santa Monica basement will send it to the whole damn Internet if he wants.

Sandoz blinks, trying to shake off the effects of the latest brainshuffle. Bootsteps in the hall. He's only got time for a few words.

²ˆÄ“àÇå_, he types desperately. @@@@Ÿ“à‚Å•s—Ï!
Monday the Twenty-eighth of August
() The Honesty Spam:
Subject: Spam from Vasya.

Hi my diar friend!
This is the spam message for you.
Vasya.

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