December 14, 1952

I am so tired of taking the bus to work. I have to walk six blocks to the bus stop. Sometimes the bus is so full that I have to wait for the next one. Once I'm on the bus, it takes a half an hour to get to work. I don't know why Eddie got my apartment so far from work. Maybe he'll buy me a car. He can even teach me how to drive it. I would love the new Buick Skylark. I can see myself driving that with the top down. Of course, I'd have to have it in red. I'll ask him to teach me to drive. Then I can hint that I want a new car.

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