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I really must get at tomorrow. For once in my life, though, I'm running at least on schedule as far as getting done the things that I set myself to do. Knock on wood & all that.
My big case study from Fall quarter has been doing a lot of maladjusted things lately, so I've been catching up on her. I even arranged to meet her a couple of weeks ago. She may be good for a masters' thesis at the rate she's going. I got a B+ on the study from a really rough prof. I'll let you read it some time. It's my classic masterpiece. She's a real live loose psychopath & I've got angles to keep track of her everyplace.
As usual, it's getting late, so I'll quit. My address is 53 Renato Ct., Redwood City, Apt. #13, but don't write me any letters there, since the boys didn't leave me the key to the mailbox. I get down to the Stanford P. O. often enough. The phone no. is [Em.?] 89909.
Love, Marcia
P.S. Please, my TIME subscription stopped.
{At bottom page, with arrow to phone number: "If a man answers, ask for the little dark one. (It will be TED, Ann's fiance. Ann has red hair."}
