Subject: ietf-dkim-archive prevent a fatal heart attack this Christmas by knowing this sign

From: "Heart Attack Prevention" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2017 18:17:18 -0500

ABC Update - Prevent a heart attack this Christmas with this method

Over the Holidays, more men and women have fatal heart attacks then any other time of year
When we spend time with friends and family, its importantant you know this one sign to prevent yourself and anyone else from having one. 

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Know these 6 signs before its too late
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We have a cow or two for milk, and maybe a calf or so. Oh, may I have a little calf? cried Freddie. If I'm going to  be a cowboy I want a little calf. I guess we can get you one, said Mr. Weston, with a smile. Well, here we are, he went on, as he drove the wagon up in front of a one-story red building, with a low, broad porch. This is the main ranch house where your uncle used to live part of the time, Mrs. Bobbsey, he said. I think you'll find it big enough for your family. We fixed it up as best

any one else had a chance to speak. I thought so laughed the foreman. Tell Sing Foo to rustle in the grub, he went on to one of the cowboys on the outside porch. Oh, do you have a Chinese laundryman for a cook? asked Nan, as she heard the name. Well, I guess Sing Foo can wash, bake, iron, mend clothes, or do anything around the ranch except ride a cow pony or brand a steer, said Dick Weston. He draws the line on that. But he surely is a good cook with the grub, said the foreman. I don't want any

the pony. But when he looked back he did not see any of the big, jolly, rough men on their speedy little cow ponies. Bert saw his father and mother, and also Mr. Weston running after the pony cart, and Bert wondered why the foreman did not get on his horse and gallop down the road. Afterward Bert learned that the foreman had loaned his horse to another cowboy, who had ridden on it to a distant part of the ranch. And none of the cowboys was near by when the pony ran away. Oh, Bert what will happen? asked Nan, still holding Flossie and Freddie to keep them from falling out of the swaying cart. What are we going to do? I'm