Subject: Re: your good crdit

From: "Cleena Casavant" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 7 May 2006 20:39:05 -0700

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was wagging his mouth in protest at being called audacious and worst of
all fellow conspirator, though no noise came out, he was so flummoxed.
So Thorin went on:
We are met to discuss our plans, our ways, means, policy and

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From: "Faustine Corson" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 17 May 2006 19:48:13 -0700

D u ea f r H p om p e O k wne h r,

Your c a re y di t t does n n't ma e tter to us!

If you O p WN r r d ea d l e d st y at o e and w u ant
I p MM i EDIA w TE c j as z h to s g pen s d ANY w x ay you li n ke,
or sim e ply w g ish to L n OW l ER your m l onthly p t aym r ent w s
by a th x ird or mor e e,
he a re ar o e the d j ea l ls o we h l ave T x ODA p Y:

$ p 490 , 00 h 0 a c s lo g w a x s 3 , 6 z 4 %
$ m 370 , 00 y 0 a d s lo y w a b s 3 , 8 x 9 %
$ v 490 , 00 r 0 a r s lo k w a i s 3 , 1 y 9 %
$2 w 50 , 00 p 0 a u s lo k w a e s 3 , 3 k 4 %
$2 h 00 , 0 t 00 a h s l f ow a b s 3 , 5 d 4 %

Your c m re o di h t does c n't m k atter to u w s!

g c et ma h tc h hed with l g en j der a s
<http://geocities.com/DuanabrinsLyons/> 

Faustine Corson , A j ppr y ova c l M k ana b ge n r

	----- Original Message ----- 
	mighty little left for supper, and less for breakfast. There
they all
	sat glum and wet and muttering, while Oin and Gloin went on
trying to
	light the fire, and quarrelling about it. Bilbo was sadly
reflecting
	that adventures are not all pony-rides in May-sunshine, when
Balin, who