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August 7th, 2006

Possibly the best spam message ever...

I have no idea if this was an ad or a virus, because I didn't open it any further, but this was the text conveyed in the body of an e-mail I received this morning:

> Then I am going into my room. Hanging from the lowest branch of
> this tree was an old-fashioned pair of blued steel handcuffs.
>
> It burned down ten years ago. "He went on looking at her and after
> a moment she looked away, impatient and a little flustered. An
> ice-cube landed beside his left ear and slid down the pillow into the
> hollow of his shoulder. It was not easy, and I knew I might well have
> an accident in spite of the studs and the chains.
>
> Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and hell tell you
> the story of each small one. Bees were crawling over them.
>
> Ramage found herself wishing fervently that she had not listened
> to the tales of the exhumation. Strip a writer to the buff, point to
> the scars, and hell tell you the story of each small one.

What the hell is any of this from?