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I could smell Gooshie's breath over my shoulder.
"What?"
"You don't have to read all that spam, you know. You can set filters to delete it."
"I know."
"Then, why don't you?"
"I like spam."
"Why?"
"Gooshie!" I spun around. Then, I sighed. "Okay. The truth is: When Sam is in the right decade, sometimes he emails me—"
"Emails you what?"
I cleared my throat. "Personal things… we don't want recorded in the Imaging Chamber."
"Oh."
"So, every once in a while, I have to pour over my inbox to see if something has popped in."
Gooshie smiled. "That's genius!"