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Sunday evening. Jan. 26/96
My dear Sunshine, -
Yes, last night I went to bed after
writing you and was truly "you sick." -
It was fairly a brake [sic] down for your
"Possom" but darling, it was when I
felt that it would be you alone
who could help me and stroke my
tired head. But now all is past and
am going to be a better boy this
week and not think so hard about
what matters so little. - So you
see I have confessed that one
of the resolutions has been broken,
but will mend it all up after
Tuesday! So when you are reading
this Wednesday morning just think
of me as the happiest boy in