Dear Ian (of Ian's Pizza fame),
I don't know you. I doubt I've ever crossed your path, but in this, the smallest of all cities, I've come to know anything is possible so I won't completely discount this possibility. But damn, you sure know how to make a mean pizza. Your mac and cheese pizza and smores pizza calmed all of the carb and cheese and chocolate cravings my rather unruly period threw at you. And that is QUITE a feat. Thanks for being open and welcoming when the men in my life decide they need sustenance in the middle of the night and thanks for that cute little punch card that fits neatly tucked in behind my id. You really really rock.
Love,
me
I don't know you. I doubt I've ever crossed your path, but in this, the smallest of all cities, I've come to know anything is possible so I won't completely discount this possibility. But damn, you sure know how to make a mean pizza. Your mac and cheese pizza and smores pizza calmed all of the carb and cheese and chocolate cravings my rather unruly period threw at you. And that is QUITE a feat. Thanks for being open and welcoming when the men in my life decide they need sustenance in the middle of the night and thanks for that cute little punch card that fits neatly tucked in behind my id. You really really rock.
Love,
me
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