www.inkthinkerblog.com — In my junk folder this morning:
half-naked dame wearing a cape and a wreath. I waited, put away the money, undulated, and tiny rainbows exploded and died in the air. Redrick looked at
That’s what he’s infected me with, he thought. His madness. That’s why
tugged at it, and spoke.
absolutely useless to rely on himself. And now this hope–no longer a hope,
It’s somehow touching, isn’t it? Huh.
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exceedingly so-
Why is it the only thing I get in my junk folder is advertisements for “enhancement” drugs.
Did you get his email address? Methinks he may need an editor… ;))
Lori, it’s funny that you mention that. I wrote back to a message that was clearly a person spamming me (rather than a bot) the other day with some suggestions on how to clarify exactly who was supposed to be contacted for additional information. I got a very surprised, very polite response. I felt like a doof, so I hadn’t told anyone. :]
kk