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witticaster) wrote2010-07-02 11:57 pm
witticaster) wrote2010-07-02 11:57 pm
0235
Will and emails from work. DERP.
Will had gotten in the habit of checking his email on his lunch break, if only because Tharkay had gotten in the habit of sending him notes like buy radishes on the way home and Martha's been sicking up everything she eats, steel yourself. That afternoon, as he poked at a container of leftover chicken and rice, he found, as always, an email.
The subject line simply read important, and inside was a full computer screen of gibberish. As Will scrolled down, he wondered if Tharkay's laptop had inadvertently caught some sort of virus, and if his work computer would now be affected. And then he reached the bottom:
jlkasfjgk
sdh
q2432 sdddddddd dsjakfdkl
je92057301`h238uwiow89sth89fdh832
George says "Hello, Daddy." And "Please pick up some full cream and a lime on your way home tonight, so Tharkay can make dinner."
t.
Will sat back, his hunger momentarily forgotten in favour of a swell of pride and pleasure in his breast. He scrolled back up to the beginning of the email, that he might better appreciate it the second time around.
Will had gotten in the habit of checking his email on his lunch break, if only because Tharkay had gotten in the habit of sending him notes like buy radishes on the way home and Martha's been sicking up everything she eats, steel yourself. That afternoon, as he poked at a container of leftover chicken and rice, he found, as always, an email.
The subject line simply read important, and inside was a full computer screen of gibberish. As Will scrolled down, he wondered if Tharkay's laptop had inadvertently caught some sort of virus, and if his work computer would now be affected. And then he reached the bottom:
jlkasfjgk
sdh
q2432 sdddddddd dsjakfdkl
je92057301`h238uwiow89sth89fdh832
George says "Hello, Daddy." And "Please pick up some full cream and a lime on your way home tonight, so Tharkay can make dinner."
t.
Will sat back, his hunger momentarily forgotten in favour of a swell of pride and pleasure in his breast. He scrolled back up to the beginning of the email, that he might better appreciate it the second time around.