Letter 14

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Abigail My Future Wife,

Today was avrage. I've had better and I've had worse, like the day you went to the hospital. I relized that my horse only wanted the grass by my front door. Now I don't have to trim the grass.

My close friends that are paying my bills just got a five hundred dollar raise and are now offering to give me money not just for the bills but also for my own personal needs.

They told me that sense I've been paying for your treetment with my income I haven't paid for my own food. So they told me to go shopping.

I went shopping.

I hated it.

We would always go to the store together remember? Stop at the place where they sell the oranges and talk to the owner? I stopped at the place and talked to the owner. We talked about you. He gave me a dozen of oranges for free even though I insisted I pay.

I never want to shop without you again.

Shopping Alone,

David Lettermen

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