Hilary to Kathy, November 17, 1971, cont. Arlington, VA As another Christmas approaches start writing to tell me what you want so I can send it soon. Actually, I wasn’t thinking of Christmas but John C. sits behind me in English and I started thinking about that song we sang “Chesnut roasting on an open fire”… - It’s still a hysterical thought. Old C. is becoming very political and withdrawn – acting like a mastermind is typical.
I’m glad to hear you’re riding so much – are you jumping? I’m dying of jealousy because I haven’t been riding in ages.
Just sitting here I ate a bunch of raisins and now I’ve found out they’re rotten. Ugh. I think I’m going to throw up. David G. (I think I mentioned him last letter) is still a possible but he’s kind of stupid. I am torn between my love of intellectuals and my love of simple-minded athletes. Ah, well – my love life is very blah right now. I hope yours is doing well?
Samantha is lying on the floor wagging her tail. I took her for a walk by the river and she caught a possum. It scared me so that now I’m afraid to take her on long walks where no one is around. Otherwise she is working out well and even Alex likes her. I didn’t tell anyone what she’d done because I know Alex would be shitty about it. He resents my getting her behind his back. He’s been a buggar lately – I wish he’d gone away to college. Anyway – Sam says its time to go to bed and at this point I’ll believe anything.
Much love,
Hilary
5:41:48 AM 
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