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But, my reason for being really sore is that he, Brinnan, wrote to Harpers Bazaar and wanted the illustrations for my book to be published in the magazine -- in the | But, my reason for being really sore is that he, Brinnan, wrote to Harpers Bazaar and wanted the illustrations for my book to be published in the magazine -- in the December issue. Terrible mix up is what I got into. | ||
That isn't all though. I fell at our Institute and really hurt myself. I broke a third rib and almost lost the use of my RIGHT arm. How would you like to wring the neck of the black [[unclear]] that's following me around. | That isn't all though. I fell at our Institute and really hurt myself. I broke a third rib and almost lost the use of my RIGHT arm. How would you like to wring the neck of the black [[unclear]] that's following me around. | ||
I am serious about getting together sometime for an evening of Conroyisms. A life of all mice and no men digs a deep rut. | I am serious about getting together sometime for an evening of Conroyisms. A life of all mice and no men digs a deep rut. | ||
My best to Mrs. Conroy and the boys. | My best to Mrs. Conroy and the boys. | ||
Sophia | Sophia | ||
Latest revision as of 14:15, 26 April 2023
2. But, my reason for being really sore is that he, Brinnan, wrote to Harpers Bazaar and wanted the illustrations for my book to be published in the magazine -- in the December issue. Terrible mix up is what I got into. That isn't all though. I fell at our Institute and really hurt myself. I broke a third rib and almost lost the use of my RIGHT arm. How would you like to wring the neck of the black unclear that's following me around. I am serious about getting together sometime for an evening of Conroyisms. A life of all mice and no men digs a deep rut. My best to Mrs. Conroy and the boys. Sophia