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I wonder if people ever go crazy just because they have such fits of the blues. Well it does'nt matter - I won't - I was made to suffer - I know it. And on I shall go. I don't believe I will ever be happy in my life. I will be an old maid - but I won't live at home, and do good among the poor, oh my such work was never meant for me. I'll do it just the same. Then some day they will say your money does good

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even if you don't, and after that I suppose I will die contented. And no one will care, why should they? Not even the poor people because I will leave them my money. Money money money money -

Suppose I had accepted Mo. He would have had money too. Oh my - I [[underlined]] am [[/underlined]] glad I did'nt