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No, she move to the Midwest shortly after my first "summer of love." We talked on the phone and wrote letters for a while. Then nothing for 25 years or so. Several months after moving down here I decided to see if I could locate her. Few e-mails and a couple phone calls and I found her. Sent her an e-mail. We traded a few e-mails and one phone call. From the info traded I found out she was married, lives near St. Louis, has five kids, husband drives long haul truck, they live in a trailer and according to her the hubby has a meth problem. From the one phone call I'd bet she does too. It was really sad. She was the sweetest, most fun loving person I knew in HS. The person I spoke with didn't even sound like her. She sounded bitter and hardened. Much of what she said didn't even make sense. I started taking longer and longer to respond to e-mails and she stopped sending them. I prefer to remember the fun loving teenage girl I knew years ago.
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