"How many miles ahead, I can't count he ones behind. I wish you God speed friend. You're always on my mind. Will you be here for me six, seven years from now? What will we be then? Well I'm here for you now."Supertones. The missionaries have left the building. Well, actually the whole state. Well, now I'm off to Glorietta. I'll be home in one week.
Mom or Wendy, don't open my mail till i get back.
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I cannot stinking believe you were in New Mexico and did not specify that little detail. I read "glorieta" and nothing happened in my brain. For all I know, there are hundreds of Glorietas west of the Mississippi. But noooo, you were right there outside of Santa Fe, and I knew not. Whatever man. (Hah, not that I could have come crashed the party anyway, seeing as how you were with a group...) What route did you guys take? Why did you go all the way down there? It seems a bit out of the way.
still slightly embittered...
~Stacey
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