"Krissy, you've got mail." Jamie called from the computer room.
Do I never?" I muttered, and walked into the computer room where Jamie got off the chair to let me sit down. Scanning the email, I found about 689 emails addressed to kristen@zodiac.com.au (*Don't try this address; it ain't real.*)
"Good God." I muttered, shaking my head.
"Yeah, alot, huh?" Jamie asked, bouncing on her feet.
"You're sick, remember?" I reminded her.
Jamie's face fell. "Okay."
"So? Get in that den and groan like Taylor Hanson has never groaned before!"
"Yessir!" Jamie saluted me, and went back to the couch.
I sighed, and saw that Jamie had gotten 188 emails. Jess had 459 emails. Houton's right. I am getting more popular. Lucky me.
In a sudden fit of mischief, I deleted all the 'Jessica' mail, and laughed evilly. In the background, Jamie moaned a song that sounded suspiciously like 'Two Tears'. I laughed.
Pulling up Write, I opened file answer.wri. In this was all the pre-typed answers I needed for letters.
"First letter:
'Dear Kristen,
'I love you so much. You are very
'Want to call me? My number is 9886
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I gagged. This was the type of mail I got nearly all the time. Scrolling down the answer file, I found the right reply, and copied and pasted it as a reply. On second thought, I added a small personal note at the end.
"Dear Owen.
"Thank you for your reply. I
'"I don't have a sexy voice. It's
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With that, I clicked the send button, and deleted the Owen letter.
"Rightio then. One down, 688 to go..."