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What a crazy dream.

I have not intended to be cruel.

Or to toy with your heart.

I have been incapacitated by illness.

But you are in my thoughts often.

I have known you only at a distance.

Years passed, and that distance

seemed too great to surmount.

Time is like a fast river

running through us.

Already it isn't.

Soon I will contact you, I promise.

Yes. Yes, but why are you waiting?

Your tearful father.

Norma…

It's Eddy G.

Cass is dead.

Choked on his puke and strangled.

Classic alky death, huh?

I found him when I came over this morning.

Cass left a memento for you, Norma.

Most of his things, he left to me.

I was his good buddy, never let him down,

so he left most of his things to me.

But this memento…

… "This is for Norma someday,"

he'd say.

It meant a lot to him.

"Norma always had my heart," he'd say.

No.

"No" what?

I don't want it.

I don't want it, Eddy.

How do you know

you don't want it, Norma?

You don't know what it is.

Right, baby. I'll send it.

Look for special delivery.

Thank you.

Oh, just a minute.

Where's my wallet?

Not in my purse?

Where did I put it?

Oh.

But you wanted baby dead too.

You know you did.

Norma Jeane, look.

That man is your father.

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