Subject: Photoshop CS3, Wlndows Vista, 0ffice 2OO7

From: "Spike Peterson" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 22 May 2007 21:47:16 -0600

Nu Microsoft titles released on May 23 05:30:00 MSK 2007

Adobe Photoshop CS3      89$
Symantec Norton 360      29$
Microsoft Office 2007    79$
Microsoft Vista Business 79$
Adobe Acrobat 8 Pro 	 79$
Adobe Flash CS3 Pro      59$
Windows XP Pro +SP2 	 49$
Adobe Premiere 2.O 	 59$
Macromedia Studio 8	 99$
0ffice2OO3 w/Contact Mgr 69$
Quickbooks 2OO6 Premier  69$
Microsoft Money 2OO7     39$
Adobe Photoshop CS2 9.O  69$
Autodesk Autocad 2OO7 	 129$
Corel Grafix Suite X3 	 59$
Adobe Creative Suite CS2 149$
Adobe Illustrator CS2	 59$
Microsoft Office XP PR0  49$
Adobe Dreamweaver CS3    59$
McAfee Internet Sec. 7   29$
Norton Antivirus Corp.   29$
Mac software		 49$

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are lucky in having such a master.''
had been too busily engaged in their separate apartments, to
And beat him when he sneezes:
as he was ordered to join his companions in a fresh assault. Jack knew
and every step was bringing forward a nobler fall of ground, or
mission to rescue us, _monsieur_, and save yourself!"
obtaining any results," said the emperor, shrugging his shoulders.
ago flashed through his mind again. In the middle of the service
A fiery ball seemed to fill the exit.  The red sun, barred with bands
of a dead man, and men who hate and are following us.  Was
white kid gloves while she was talking.  `How CAN I have done
last months, full of care and grief, had gnawed deeply into his
little, so that she could have given him a lift," thought Mother
"Because I love you, Jacqueline," he cried, and now I heard an
expressing himself.''
could say of him that he had not lived up to his word. Keeping a
comes to us to-day.  I shall write again as soon as any thing
however, by supposing that her last letter to her friend from
Ingmar Ingmarsson,' says father, rising and coming toward me. 'The
it."
Sphere. Pooh! Stuff! Enough of this trifling! The time is short, and much remains to be done before you are fit to proclaim the Gospel of Three Dimensions to your blind benighted countrymen in Flatland.
the party.
"I am, Buck," replied the tall lad. "Haven't you told me a score of
I gripped my pistols as we strode along.
Pierre followed me to the mouth of the tunnel and gripped me by both
and then I will believe that the paper is from him. But, as it is, I