Dear Fat Shelley,
You held up well last night. I really admire you, I wanted you to know that. You have the kind of guts that my grandmother and my grade school teachers never had. When you said you didn't care about the teeth you'd lost, I was deeply moved. What courage to exist in the world like that! I no longer care about my teeth. Why should I? You're alive with pulses, Fat Shelley. You're the breath of Coney Island.
Yours,
Fran
yes. this is the grit that i remember. shelly's 5 pound breasts.
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