Morning Spam

[Undiscussed Groomed for Male Slavery, One Victim of Many]

(maybe he needed to be aimed at something familiar to have the bit
ehere he remember who he was, and maybe it was a discorded office
table of his rather than a janitorial card table, could be wrong)

after these, he would always have amnesia, except for one time when he
started figuring out that the squawking was about whether or not to
keep the universe he lived in existing.

they were just about on the verge of