Oh the beautiful irony wherein self righteous dudes try to smokeout a lady about emails that could have been hacked on an unsecure server (although it is proving most difficult for them to find any evidence other than the fact that the server existed). Meanwhile, they type up their witchy burning thoughts and send it off via email that gets delivered right to our front door.
Give it a rest, chumps. The lady doesn't kiss & tell.
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