At two in the morning, I read what Gelles@aol.com wrote:

Please stop sending this garbage.  We are not interested nor do we have the
time to read your junk.
Thanks

(LaShawn's jaw drops open for a second at the address, then she smacks her
forehead. She then picks up the phone and dials a number...)

Voice: Hello?

LaShawn: Yo. It's your sister.

Voice: Shonnie! Why are you calling me this late?

LaShawn: Kristin, did you send a reply to some junk message saying you
weren't interested?

Voice: Hey yeah! But how do you know about that?

LaShawn: You idiot, you sent it to the entire FFML mailing list!

Voice: I did?

(In the background, sounds of a mob can be heard.)

LaShawn: That's right, kiddo. And you know what happens when you do that,
right?

Voice: Ack! There's people on the lawn with a bunch of mallets! Shonnie,
get over here and stop them!

LaShawn: And leave my apartment at this time of night? Forget that--you
caused this mess, so I suggest you do something about it. Just don't let
them destroy the house. Mom hates that.

Voice: Shonnie! Shonnie! Wai--!

(LaShawn hangs up the phone, mutters something vile about siblings and AOL,
calmly deletes her sister's message, and continues reading her mail.)
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/===\     LaShawn M. Taylor (shonnie@zeus.anet-chi.com)     MST#83924
|^ ^|\    "Don't stand there gawking! You act as if you never saw the hand
 \v/\|    of God before!"     -Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life"	  
    |\    "You know the thing that haunts me the most were all those
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    \|    moments, where adrenaline and light filled my belly and head, 
	  and the moon winked as if to say 'Yes'..."
				-Poi Dog Pondering "God's Gallipoli"	
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