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June 3, 1998
My dearest Alma,
Let me first apologize for not being able to call you. A
man wearing sunglasses didn't permit any phone calls. Sorry Alma.
I sit here trying to think of where to begin, of how to
explain in a few simple words all that's happened in my life since we last
spoke, and already I fail. I hope this letter finds you well, and that
you'll forgive the tangents of my pen; this isn't easy for me.
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