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Look what she wrote me, Doc
Good morning, Mom. I don’t know, I can’t keep up with all of your boyfriends. What, what, ma? What kind of date? I don’t know, what do kids do in the fifties? Mother, with Marty’s parents out of town, don’t you think he oughta spend the night, after all, Dad almost killed him with the car.