September 5, 1975
Your letter hurt - and I know that's what you wanted. So who's playing sadistic games?
Read MoreJune 22, 1975
Just the mere mention of you made my loneliness grow to unbearable proportions.
Read MoreMay 6, 1975
I should tell you, sweety, that I intend to take the matter of getting out of here into my own hands.
Read MoreApril 10, 1975
Being that the thing I stressed most to you was not fucking my friends in Hollywood.
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