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Date: Wednesday, 25 May 1983 17:18-EDT
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From: PGS
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To: Sylvia Weir <SW>
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Re: sylvia's terminal
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Date: Wednesday, May 25, 1983 9:24AM-EDT
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From: Sylvia Weir <SW>
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To: pgs
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Re: sylvia'terminal
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dear patrick,
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ive been working with this machine here in my place, you know up on
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the seventh floor, and always it has done good by me and now it just
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doesn't seem to hear the right things maybe its me you know i always
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blame myself being a woman and women not knowing about machines you
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know and that sort of thing its kinda hard to get on with what i have to
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do not that i have anything really important to do of course womens work
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isnt really important you know but its kinda hard to be getting this
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garbage...
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yours respectfully,
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Sylvia
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Dear Sylvia,
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It was with the best of intentions that I said last week that I would
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reassemble MINITS right away, but, being a brutish, insensitive man, I
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immediately forgot all about it, as I violently went about my daily routine
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of pursuing material acquisitions, power, and the domination of my peers.
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After flagellating myself in to work today, I throttled my terminal into
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displaying my mail. Imagine my surprise when it revealed your submissive
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message. "Ah, nothing I like better than a good grovel before my coffee in
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the morning," I thought. Well, fortesse oblige, and all that stuff. I
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coldly calculated how I would exact the time I'd need from my gruelling daily
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regimen of controlling machines.
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My strong, cruel fingers fairly flew over the keys as I expertly went
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about giving the arcane commands that only I knew. "Ha!" I thought
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triumphantly, as the machine hastened to do my bidding.
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Well, all I have to say is, you're lucky you came to me.
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Patrick
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