Subject: dear Bank of America client.

From: "Bank of America" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2007 10:19:41 -0500 (EST)

"Mumpf! colonnade cellular Thought of them smelling his helplessness, perhaps.

"A storm had been on the way, she said, but until noon that day the weather forecasters had been confidently claiming it would veer south, toward New Mexico and the Sangre di Cristos. ""And the second time to get food. come on. ""What? Funny, the stuff your mind coughed up. ""Aye, never fear me,»she said, and grasped the bottle of gin with a hand that trembled only slightly. When she still hadn't returned to put him in his chair by eleven that morning, he determined to get into it himself. distortion