From: L, Allison
To: P, Heather
Subject: dum de dum

James: gnas22
a_la2003: what is that
James: that is called placing your fingers on the wrong initial keys and typing giberish.
James: sorry
James: I think that in itself is a sign that I need to get back to work./
a_la2003: maybe
a_la2003: what were you trying to type
James: Not sure exactly, some form of hello, I think
a_la2003: hmm
a_la2003: by the way, that conversation with heather…was awesome
a_la2003: made my day
James: Oh, where we mourned you?
a_la2003: yes
James: Niiice.
a_la2003: the sitting shiva comment made me laugh out loud
James: I remember something about that.
James: Maybe we should write and Ode to heather.
a_la2003: ooooo yes!
James: My machine is acting funny, I am going to restart again.
a_la2003: without heather we are birds without feathers
a_la2003: aw
a_la2003: i was just starting
James: Very nice.
a_la2003: …ok restart
James: Don’t stop!
a_la2003: we are like balls withough tethers
a_la2003: there is always inclement weather
a_la2003: when there is no heather
a_la2003: if heather were ever to leave us forever we would never recover because we all love her..
a_la2003: hot damn i’m on a roll
James: mercy. sing it sista.
a_la2003: are you back yet
James: I feel some blues tunes playin’ in the background.
a_la2003: how much of my rhymes did you get?
James: Starting with unteathered balls.
a_la2003: nice.
James: That is all good.
a_la2003: yeah, i’llhave to fix the spelling before I send this to her
James: Now I miss heather now more than before.