[on cell phones]

brdfrd: There were a million things I wanted to tell you, but I can’t remember any of them.

erk: Oh, that’s okay. You should make a list, when you think of them.

brdfrd: Okay.

erk: You can jot them down whenever and send me the list in advance. Then, we can talk through it the next time we talk.

brdfrd: Oh, I can do that!
[...conversation ends...]

[minutes later in an email from brdfrd,]
SUBJECT: quick list
gusts of revulsion
a kind of rancid staleness
stale gusts of dreariness
waves of nausea
fumes of nausea
flavorless, sickening gusts
stagnant dreariness
whiffs of sickliness
waves of nauseous disgust

The cackler thinks, "It's the best list." He can't wait to talk through it.

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