Two months ago, I wrote you a letter while sitting in a restaurant in Portland. (I was at that little Mediterranean place in whose darkened windows we gazed longingly the last time you came to visit.) It was very entertaining, and had a smear of hummus on the envelope for effect. It was never posted.
Do you remember that you had a birthday? It was on the 22nd. Well, I had a grand plan to send you a hamster made from an argyle sock and the aforementioned letter. I made the hamster. I got the box, and packing materials. It was never posted.
Regardless of the fact that before now, you knew nothing of my intention to send anything: I have avoided your phone calls, and not responded to your emails. For shame! Irrational creature that I have been, I am amping up my courage to call you! (Very soon.)
::squeezes::
Lindy
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