Subject: Trumps latest tweet #83248593 is the most disturbing yet: ietf-dkim-archive

From: "Gary Lee" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2017 19:53:06 -0500

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The Bobbseys were going to travel in this train only as far as a junction station. There they would change to a through train for Chicago, and in that big western city they would again make a change. On this through train Mr. Bobbsey had had reserved for him a drawing room. That is part of the sleeping car built off from the rest at one end. On arriving at the junction the Bobbseys left the train they had been on since leaving Lakeport and got on the through train, which drew into the junction
sleeping car, but they were always interested. It did seem queer to them to be traveling along in their sleep. Almost like a dream, Nan said, and I think she was quite right. Where's my basket? Flossie asked, after they had ridden on for about an hour. Do you want to see if Snap is in it this time? her father jokingly inquired. Snap's too big to get in my basket, Flossie answered. He's a big dog. But I want to get some of the cookies Dinah gave me. I'm hung
ry. So'm I cried Freddie, who had been looking from the window. I want a cookie too Dinah gave me some for you, Flossie said, and, when her basket had been handed
exclaimed Bert Indeed we weren't sorry We're going to have fine times Then Mrs. Powendon sat down and began talking to Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey, while Nan and Bert looked at magazines their father had bought for them from the train boy. No one paid much attention to Flossie and Freddie, and it was not until some little time later that Mrs. Bobbsey, looking around the drawing room, exclaimed: Where are they? Who? asked her husband. Flossie and Freddie. They aren't here That was very evident. There
were looking from the window of the coach in which they were riding, while Bert and Nan were telling one another what good times they would have on the ranch and in the lumber camp, and while Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey were discussing matters about the trip, there came a knock on the door. Mr. Bobbsey opened it and a lady came i
n, saying: I am so glad to see you I am traveling to Chicago all alone, and I saw you get on as I looked from my window in the next car. I came back to speak to you. Why, it's Mrs. Powendon exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey as she saw a lady whom she had first met at a Red Cross meeting. Mrs. Powendon lived in a