It was a foggy, 35 degree day in southern Maine, and I had just signed onto Whyville.
I went through the usual routine, read the Times, looked at Akbar's new arrivals,
and checked my whymail. I had a whymail from someone I had never talked to before,
and I thought, "Cool, maybe they wanna be friends or something." So
I clicked it.
To my dismay, it was what seemed to be a feeble attempt at hacking. The whymail
read as follows:
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