May 01, 2006

Dear Marie,

You didn’t give me that unsorted mail shoutout that we don’t remember you promising me Friday night.

Love,
Adam

13 comments:

  1. Dear Adam...

    What shoutout?

    Love,
    Marie

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  2. Dear Marie,
    Exactly.

    Love,
    Adam

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  3. Dear Adam,

    Let's take this email convo to the blog & comment section. I'm liking where it's going.

    Love,
    Marie

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  4. Dear Marie,

    If you're ok with deceiving readers about this conversation's medium, I can't argue with you. It's your little internet project.

    Love,
    Adam

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  5. Dear Adam,

    Do you want the shoutout or not?

    Love,
    Marie

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  6. Dear Marie,

    Just because you have a myspace group dedicated to this mildly-successful experiment, doesn't mean you can start making threats. You're not Oprah.

    Love,

    Adam

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  7. Dear Adam,

    You're forgetting that I saw Usher on Friday so that gives me some sort of temporary authority.

    Love,
    Marie

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  8. Dear Marie,

    Touche, my dear. Touche indeed. In addition, I believe you would be making a grave mistake if you didn't put this entire conversation on unsorted mail. You know, for the commoners to grovel over.

    Love,
    Adam

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  9. Dear Adam,

    I'm not afraid. See you there.

    Love,
    Marie

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  10. Yall are too cute!

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  11. Dear anonymous,
    Grovel away.

    Love,
    Adam

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  12. Dear Marie,

    Was Usher in the boom-boom room at Adam's? Must have come while I was on my Cristal run. Damn.

    Love,
    Mike B

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  13. Dear Mike B,

    I think it was on the way home when you passed out in Andy's lap...

    Love,
    Marie

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