together in the gravy , after the stoving on boiled patatoes , with pares in cold applesauce , and still lovesick for Alison , the amount of waiting I keep on , but sometime's it ruïns my healthy appitite this unfairness of the situation in wich I grew more fitting to her situation , but this interferance of legalprocedure's make's that if I do not want to think about not even that stay talk about , but this prospone hurts , not because of money but these personal feelings under presure by cynicals wich call me obsest with the thought of me that she will be here .
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