spoke-, sorry about the email in which I expressed a desire to tie you up and drip candle wax on your naked flesh. It was meant for SexyWriter.
SexyWriter, please disregard the email asking if you want to come over and play chess on my Civil War chess set. It was meant for spoke-.
David B., nevermind the invitation I sent you for the tent revival. Your address was next to FriendofGod’s in my list.
FriendofGod, just delete the message you got from me asking where one might find an autographed copy of The Blind Watchmaker. I thought I was pinging David B..
Y’all know what to do from here.