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But he knew the score. He liked a good time, and showing her a good-time with constant amusement he served her. He was a good guy. We had dinner at the Hilton Hotel. He liked me.

I got a plane and on-it met a guy that had been in the next unit over on my army base and had gotten out just around the time I did. He had spent the whole year on the island Majorca I think it was. Interestingly enough the woman sitting next to me and I had a window seat, and she middle-left of me, a long-haired dream girl blond, maybe seventeen, her parents around somewhere, she was from one of the Carolinas I think and we became great friends. She had the movie earphone set costing extra and she shared her right ear phone with me and we watched a movie together. I wrote her for many months and still have her letters though I haven't looked at them. Suddenly she had a boy firiend or something and was gone. From was it John F. Kennedy airport in New York I called the numbers of my friends in DC. Thought I might jaunt down there and visit them. See what what there. But no answers. It was winter and too cold for New York visiting, although I would have liked to; so I got on a greyhound and went home to Illinois, and my mother's house.

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