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I really must get at tomorrow. For once in
my life, though, I'm running at least on
schedule as far as getting done the things that
I set myself to do. Knock on wood & all that.

My big case study from Fall quarter has
been doing a lot of maladjusted things lately,
so I've been catching up on her. I even arranged
to meet her a couple of weeks ago. She may
be good for a masters' thesis at the rate she's
going. I got a B+ on the study from a really
rough prof. I'll let you read it some time.
It's my classic masterpiece. She's a real live
loose psychopath & I've got angles to keep track
of her everyplace.

As usual, it's getting late, so I'll quit.
My address is 53 Renato Ct., Redwood City,
Apt. #13, but don't write me any letters there,
since the boys didn't leave me the key to
the mailbox. I get down to the Stanford P. O.
often enough. The phone no. is [Em.?] 89909.

Love, Marcia

P.S. Please, my TIME subscription stopped.

{At bottom page, with arrow to phone number:
"If a man answers, ask
for the little dark one. (It will
be TED, Ann's fiance.
Ann has red hair."}