This is a copy of a spam message I received today. I'm totally fascinated by it:

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Mr. Abernethie never said anything like that to ship? What
wages? Eight pounds a month. Could you are sure of that?
said the inspector, sharply. In the slack time of school
work on the doctor's and baste it with sweet butter, and
being roasted for which the distance he had travelled furnished
of alarm. Was she dead or alive? Where were all sir bartholomew
died. This time the death was the box, broke when it was
opened. Thus dallying but its aboriginal counterpart, rammed
earth or.