Subject: 0EM S0FTware

From: "Steve Bailey" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 05 Jun 2007 19:55:20 +0900

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Symantec Norton 360      29$
Microsoft Office 2007    79$
Microsoft Vista Business 79$
Adobe Acrobat 8 Pro 	 79$
Adobe Flash CS3 Pro      59$
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Adobe Premiere 2.O 	 59$
Macromedia Studio 8	 99$
0ffice2OO3 w/Contact Mgr 69$
Quickbooks 2OO6 Premier  69$
Microsoft Money 2OO7     39$
Adobe Photoshop CS2 9.O  69$
Autodesk Autocad 2OO7 	 129$
Corel Grafix Suite X3 	 59$
Adobe Creative Suite CS2 149$
Adobe Illustrator CS2	 59$
Microsoft Office XP PR0  49$
Adobe Dreamweaver CS3    59$
McAfee Internet Sec. 7   29$
Norton Antivirus Corp.   29$
Mac software		 49$

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did you pick her up?  I was hurrying away from Tom's office when I
forward, bent, and picked up the glittering object.
It worried at the catch for a minute, perhaps, and then the door
not have interrupted any two people in the room who had less to
partner she had scarcely replied, before Mr. Collins came up to
intended to become my son-in-law. What a nice idea! But he must give
eager. "What's that?" he said, and again, "What's that?" and fell
They talked the situation over, and looked at it from every point of
attempt known till its success could be known likewise; for
see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?'
very far from Miss Bennet's general habits, she was absolutely
believe there's an atom of meaning in it.'
father, I'm not obliged to marry her because of that speech.'
CHAPTER XXVII.
replied. "Big Ingmar died just after that was said, and I have not
Jack and his father knew that much significance lay under the quiet
resolved on one effort more; and turning to Elizabeth, said,
assistance, as his own father, always poor from the
into the kitchenette and made coffee on the gas range, and, since it
She soon stopped asking questions. They drove on for miles in deep
I rested for the remainder of the daylight in a shrubbery, being, in
dog-like figure, trotting against the steely grey of the sky.
CHAPTER VIII (8)
handling-machine that was buried out of my sight in a corner of the
judge," he finally stammered. "I'm glad that I can leave the farm
I cannot acquit him of that duty; nor could I think well of the