I feel like I work in a factory. We all come in, sit at our desks, and type all day. Nobody talks to anyone else. It is awful. I don't know how anyone can work in an environment like this. I don't know how I can. But, I need the money.
That thug of Eddie's keeps following me around. I don't like it. I don't know if it is worse having Eddie in jail, or having him at home. I've tried to give my shadow the slip, but he always finds me. I got a telegram from Peter saying he will be home tomorrow. Maybe he can talk some sense into his father.
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