My dearest darling Dr. Rob,
It's starting to edge toward fall here, though I doubt you'd know it where you are. This last weekend I enjoyed myself so much that I worked on a two-day hangover--this marked the first time that this has happened to me since you lived in the apartment on Johnson and Jefferson.
I used to think of that apartment every time I drove home, back when I lived on Lucas and Jefferson. Everything about that apartment seemed perfect. Even that ridiculous chair that never seemed to stop sinking when people sat in it. Even that time that Bert and I broke a bottle of vodka on your floor but couldn't get the fridge to move. Or the fact that you didn't have a dishwasher or (much) guest parking.
Dolen Place just never seemed that comfortable to me.
I miss you every, every day.
xoxo
p.p.
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