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I've been realizing of late that I have reached the Cape Horn of ement to Gordon honestly and hopefully, but

little by little I've grown doubtful of the outcoirl he loves

is not the ME I want to be It's the ME I've been trying to groay

from all this last year I'ined she did Anyway, she doesn't exist any more, and the only

fair course both to hier have any interests in common; we are not friends He

doesn't co it up, that all I have

to do is to take an interest in his life, and everything will turn out

happily Of course I do take an interest when he's with s he wants to talk about, and he doesn't know that there's a

whole part of est part of me--that simply doesn't meet him

at any point I pretend when I aether in constant daily intercourse, I'd have to keep on

pretending all my life He wants me to watch his face and smile when he

smiles and frohen he frowns He can't realize that I'm an individual

just as much as he is

I have social accomplishments I dress well, I'm spectacular, I would

be an ideal hostess in a politician's household--and that's why he likes