Flaw Salad

I wanted to write you a letter, but I couldn’t get the salutation right. Then, of course, a signature line was impossible. So I was sitting here with all these fixings but no bread to stuff them into, and how do you make a sandwich without bread? Anyway, it would be good to see you again sometime. I wonder if you’ve changed your hair. You probably haven’t, but it’s the sort of thing I pretend would be interesting to know. I’d never ask you if you miss me.