Strange things are afoot at the Circle K. And my inbox.

I received two very atypical bits of electronic correspondence this morning. One, of course, was from a Nigerian prince who desperately needed a place to store his substantial fortune. The other, however, was of a different nature. At first, it appeared as nothing more than incoherent babble. But as I looked deeper, I began to sense something else. Something important. Something secret. It is now my belief that the following message is actually a block of encrypted code of which I am supposed to decipher and then act upon. I believe lives, economies, and possible increased length and girth are at stake here. So it is with a sense of panic that I plead with you - help me. Help me, help you. You had me at hello. You complete me.

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