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August 16
When I cried then I was acutely conscious of the cherry red dress next to the lemon one in the closet. The colors seemed to get into my brain. Their beauty, their harmony and their boldness heightened my pain when one is intensely unhappy, he is more susceptible to beauty, I find.
I thought for a while that I was happy - no, peaceful, 

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but now I am far from that. Tomorrow it will be different. I counted the letters from him tonight. 27. Not very many. Summer school in St. Louis.
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The mood passed. George came in to talk to me. I moralized. I love Frank now, his refined tastes.