Always wanted to write something using mostly the weird and quirky subject lines from my spam emails. About 95% of this ficlet is composed of them. Gotta do something with the blasted things :)
Kind of a sad commentary on the commercialism and desperation in our society today. I always wonder who actually buys the stuff off of spam emails, cause if no one did, it’d stop, right? Well, I can hope. LoA
Melia
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