Dear Dottie,
I am your best friend if you know what a friend is. I think of you once in a while and more often than not I remember your daily activities and cultural awareness that has propelled you to be my friend in the first place. But that said, Dottie, thanks to you and me, we can not be friends in public. I have relinquished my own collection of stamps and I am afraid to say that I can not send you a letter to invite you to a party that I had wanted to invite you to attend. Its a big party but I am completely out of stamps. I can not even get more becuase the post office is on permanent holiday. For real. Its just closed this Friday and the Party is Saturday. Today is Afterhours on Thursday. Friday is the holiday I had hoped to tell you about and sadly you did not know that it existed as a sports holiday to commemorate the great adventure of a Nasa Astronaut that orbited the moon sun and stars.
The moral of this story is three fold. I must say that there is a celebration and you are invited. I missed the chance to meet you halfway in life. I really thought it was an easy situation but I must say that you are a remarkable woman but less of a sponsor of curling iron recycling. It is always great to curl those curls but watch out, the curls will always need maintenance and you are not always free to spend time with other people. I know that the curls are special. Its your name of course, right? But that said, I did see that you could be just as intelligent and special when you did not have curls in your hair. And your name did not change either.
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