My roommate has that fancy Google Voice thing with which your voicemails are converted to text and emailed to you, and apparently this is the message I left her on Saturday morning. Try to guess what I was actually talking about. If you can, I’ll pay you seventy-four million dollars:
Hey, it’s off that exciting, but I just looked into the the, bag of from last fall will be in and nursery baby need South America. So what we’re died tonight or whatever you just give need the last pair of need. Docs and then we can just have like a talk about or something. Alright, talk to you later. Bye.
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