Spammy political fundraising texts from fictional characters.

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September 4, 2024, 3:18pm

Election season is in full swing, and if your phone is anything like mine, you’re constantly getting robotic, automated text messages from candidates. No matter how many times you reply “stop” or throw your phone across the room, they just keep coming.

Personally, the situation’s gotten a lot worse after I accidentally dropped my phone into a water fountain at the library. When it dried out and I was able to turn it back on, I started getting a whole new kind of spammy text.

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hobbit

 

tom sawyer

 

poe

 

dickinson

 

moby dick

 

ferrante

 

dorian gray text 2beowulf

 

gatsby



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