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Robert, I can't keep up on all the mail that you are sending me. I am not telling you this to make you stop sending them, I am telling you this so you will know that I am not neglecting you. I have my math class to go to right now. I wish I could stay and type longer, but I can't. I want you to know that I love you and will never leave your side. I will always be with you. You can ALWAYS count on my love. I might be able to write more when I get out of my math class, but I can't guarantee it. There is so much to do. Don't worry about moving to Los Alamos, I will do it. In fact, it might be a better place for me to continue with my degree. We will see. I love you, but I must go now. Love always, Wanda.