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January 25, 2008


Kim Regent


Yes! You do remember something. The helmet, I'd forgotten about it, was a treasure of ours when we were little. I loved the sound the water made as it collected in the battered old thing. Dad was so proud of it and hated when we ran off with it. Of course, he took it with him when he left.

Anways, I'm going out of the town for the weekend and won't be able to post for a bit.

I hope you're alright. No word yet from my dad--I'll let you know as soon as I hear from him.

I hope you stay safe and remember more.
Your Kim.

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