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Beware

Sat. Sept. 21, 1996

Ryan,

Hey hon! Howz it going? I'm doing o-kay- for now. I miss you though. Gosh, this last week has been hard. I got really sick. For a while I thought I was going to end up in the hospital. Last Monday I was showing signs of a premature heart attack. Then as the week went on, I was told I might have an ulcer that was bleeding internally. On Friday my stomach got the best of me, and I finally went home. I slept for 26 hours! I woke up today and finally had the strength to go to work. So maybe everything will be o-kay- 'cause I feel so much better. My muscles still ache a bit, but I'm sure it's all fine now. I gave Beth your number just-in-case something did happen. I'm sure it's all o-kay- now. It just scared me for a while. I was so white, and I looked like shit. Glad you didn't see me. You would've ran like hell. N-E ways. So what have you been doing lately? I wrote you a poem. Hope you like it. It's not spectacular, but I'm working on it. I got the pictures. They look pretty good, except for the ones with me in them. I look like a cow, but that's going to change. Beth and I are going to work out after school, so the next time you see me, I'll be 'tone." Hopefully. 'Cause those pictures made me gag at myself. Beware. There's a picture of us kissing. Don't let your mom see it, or your dad. My mom was not thrilled, but she does want to hang it up in the living room, so it can't be that bad! Well, I dunno what more to say. I love you and hope to hear from you soon!

Love Always,

Rita Rosalita

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