Let's hear Edna out:
"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell." Letters, 1952
Edna, baby. I love you girl. But I have to stop reading your shit before I go to bed. You're messing with me, man.
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