My name has never been on a keychain or a gift shop mug. I know it’s a spam email if it’s addressed to “Elizabeth McLamb,” that mystical person who collects all my solicitors and AI bots asking about her recent orders. Men have tried to flirt with me before by calling me by the length of this name, the name that is not mine. It embarasses me when they do this. You’ve assumed too much! Don’t you know that Elizabeth is busy looking through the emails?
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