Domino?

Uh, hi. Did you happen to send me a package yesterday? A bunch of wrapping paper in a tube with the return address of Conde Nast? There wasn't a note or anything, and I was just wondering what the big occasion was. Is it a gift for all of the good press I do about you? Whatever the reason, thanks.

By the way, would you deliver a message to Lucky from me? I received this letter recently begging me to come back. It was quite pathetic really:

Kiss my arse. That's my answer.

Looking forward to your next issue, Domino, and if you didn't send me the wrapping paper, please let me know. I may have to obtain a restraining order against Lucky. Thanks.