today, while i was serving, i told a man that heaven was a never ending buffet with a chocolate fountain.  i don't know why i said that.  i don't believe that at all.

bemusement

ShopGirl,
It's hard to believe it's been 12 years since we've exchanged an email. I am now contacting you through a gmail account & the chances that your still ShopGirl@AOL.com are slim to none, but, since the film's release I haven't been able to bring myself to cancel my account as NY152, even though I never use it, only checking it a couple times a month for the chance that you may have dropped a line, of course, you have not.
I wonder what you thought of them casting Meg Ryan for you. I'd imagine you might be content. While I never pictured you to look anything like her, I do find some resemblance (that is, to my imagined picture of you) to her warmth & coziness, someone whose old white socks could make me smile, day, after day. I have to admit my disappointment in Tom Hanks, he strikes me as the type of guy who fails to wipe his butt properly.
Anyway, my name is Phillip Reynolds, I moved to upstate New York some time ago & remain unwed. There is really no point to sustain our secrecy anymore, as you will probably never read a word of this.

Very Best,
NY152

P.S. I wonder if you wish as much as I do that our story would've gotten the Hollywood ending like Tom & Meg. Except for of course his dog being named Brinksley, Mr. Stinksly is much better, & I know how much you used to agree.

P

November

Erin Tracy, don’t let your striking resemblance to André Roussimoff go to your head this month, it will be of utmost importance to remember that your friends & family come first, the few of them you have are your only saving grace, don’t let them slip into the repugnant abyss that is you.