More odd spam...
Here's some more fun spam I got:
Subject: E7That's it. It just finishes mid sentence... Just what I need, Spammers writing existential poetry...
Arthur looked at him in surprise and smiled uncertainly. Redrick
to him. Noonan had already adjusted to the new situation. It was a game,
pretty boy. And now that handsome face was a dark gray mask of baked-on

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I get shit like that all the time. I should post it to my blog ;)