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Thiswas a verycoldNicoledaughterboy.
Thenonshewantedtobemypainpoweron.
Thisishowfreshlater, itsays.
Monday, April 26 1940 feet.
Doyou, Janet, I amyourpainbalm.
MynameisNicole.
I had 12 yearsoldnowtomachine.
ThenextpartisinFrench, and I can't readRachelto a branchforalltheseyears, I feelsoashamedofmyself.
I usedtositattheballof a bigblackpetbankinthemainvillagethat I livedinonReadtheselettersfromFrancetellingmeallaboutParis, which I reallyyouknownothingabout.
What a definitelegsupbeingonyet.
We'vebeanthewonderfulfriends.
Johnand I havebeentogetherfor 62 years.
That's a mobile, beenmarred, butrightnowremindsJohnnywas 16 when I was 19 I keepingherselfbusy, tryingtokeepherselfbusywhilewe'restillendures.
I havenoproblemkeepingmyselfhappybecause I readbooksorsportsontelevisionanymore.
I'm soprettybecause I'm nochargeintelevisionchanger, so I'm quitepleased.