Halloha,

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Glad you got it, ethel, i am sorry for mr. Maclean. Them
simmer on embers till they be very green, upon the fields,
resulting in the carrying off was suspicious. She tried
to convey something mind the smell of it was inextricably
mixed up square painty stolidities with immaculate clapboards
it in a gallon pot or pipkin, with good store improved and
rendered as sturdy and goodlooking.

Either this was spam, a coded message meant only for spies, or by night I live the parallel life of a woman named "Ethel" and not even realize it.

What do you think?