How I Miss You!

Bunny, sweetheart, I feel obliged to confide in you that I am enjoying some of those CANDY CIGARETTES that we used to share at the seaside. They don't call them CANDY CIGARETTES anymore, do they? They call them "candy sticks," and they no longer paint one tip pink. They further differentiate these peculiar "candy sticks" from CANDY CIGARETTES by packaging them in tiny boxes, two "sticks" per box. But CANDY CIGARETTES they are, and indubitably so. You have to rise pretty early in the morning to put one over on us, Anti-Tobacco Lobby! You probably sleep 'til noon, don't you, Anti-Tobacco Lobby? On your enormous bed of benjamins? Yes.

P. S. I've always wanted to call you bunny, Bunny. Sweetheart.