I dream of the passion of my life. (in real life, this man is
now a street person). He drops in to see me as I am sitting with
some friends. I still feel affection for him but very much more
subdued. I tell him how good he looks. He tells me he has kept
all my old letters and keeps them under his pillow without the
envelopes.
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