Dear Red Hot,
I've known you for a long time, but we don't always get the chance to enjoy each others' company. You live in Chicago; I live in San Francisco. I think of you frequently, and with fondness. Whenever other hot dogs enter my life, I try to give them the benefit of the doubt and hope that they can measure up to you. But without fail, nothing comes close. You will always have a special place in my heart.
This weekend is our time; on Sunday you are mine. I can't wait to see you.
Love,
N
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