This daily headache in  the  opaque air  of this  tombal jail  isdisturbing, but I must persevere. Have written more than a hundredpages and not got anywhere yet. My calendar is getting confused.That must have been around August 15, 1947. Don't think I can goon. Heart, headeverything. Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita,Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita. Repeat till the page is full, printer.

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