I Should Be Home on the Twelfth


I'm coming back, if you'll have me. I'm so sorry for everything that happened. I can't even say. I don't even want to write about it, I want to forget it. Can you forgive me? Please tell me what I can do to make all up to you. If it still means very much or anything, I love you. Don't marry that S.O.B. just on account of my temper. I should be home on the twelfth. I'll try to think up a way to apologize.


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