Dearest,
Try as I (dust) mite, I just can't get you out of my head. Your love note was the most romantic thing that has happened to me in the last 35-40 minutes. It was delivered by a man on foot...the d&d messenger man in his ill-fitting suit. He's humongous and jolly and there is no better messenger of love.
I did a quick dusting just now. Did you feel it? Down there at 915? Did you know that the lovely little dust particles (most likely consisting of our dead skin cells and bug carcasses) were swirling about me in a dance of love? They're still swirling about me now. They're making me sneeze and feel itchy...tis the calling cards of love.
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