Dear Sir,
I just listened to your voicemail from this weekend about the city smelling like maple syrup and so forth. While I recognize your voice and loved this voicemail so much I just listened to it seven times in a row, the number was blocked and you didn’t leave your name. I want to tell you it was a wonderful image! A city of pancakes! So I am putting this up here, hoping one day you come across this when you’re down and think “hey, well, there is one thing I at least do really well— leave fantastic voicemails.”
Very much appreciatively,
Mallory
