The can is tied to a string no no don’t cut it oh no you cut it now all the love letters are flying out and the cans are just cans again. While you were gone we broke into your basement with your least favorite high-school teacher and we moved all your ottomans and desks around we did this with care and love, hoping that when you came back that you’d be glad we were here. We know there’s no way to put the letters back into the cans but the cans were from some fallout shelter from the fifties and the fallout wasn’t the fallout we thought it would be don’t leave our B&E upset you, we see that now, help us pick up these love letters and sort them alphabetically to be stapled to a memo to a president to the president.