November 10, 2009

SPAM, THE NOVEL (Chapter 2)

(Marcus' junk mail saga continues. The plot thickens.)

The Taking of Segovia

Nov. 10, 2009 12:38 p.m.

Good afternoon, Josefa!

WOMEN OF THE FUTURE. IN STRANGE WATERS. How much is it that you need? You go home again. There won't be any calling off.
He is becoming too sad to bear. The book had not been a success. But let it stand at that. Smith or Mr. You can resign the office. Have your hands on your hips. It was a late spring morning. Paradox protects me! Nor at any time?
Look at them! We are all right. It won't bear analysis. Bowen of St. Why had she done that? Have you got this Indian? Probably more pennies.
What power on earth could save him! Not having to be cautious here now. Then they vanished from our sight. The air was more viscous than ever. The tangle tree was a charred stump. The mirror denied it. We can take Segovia. That is just what happens. But a second glance dispelled the hope. Suddenly he heard a rumbling voice. Bmk found it.