To Curley. Curley, I'm writing this letter cause for a long time I've been wanting to tell ya somethin'.

... To Curley. Curley, I'm writing this letter cause for a long time I've been wanting to tell ya somethin'. When we married I knew from the firs' day that you weren't any good for me, from the firs' day of our marriage I disliked you. An' you know why, cause you're nothin' then jus' a dirty ranch man, who can think on'y bout fighting and goin to have a shot offa corn in'a closest bar. Ya'r nothin' better than other ranch workers, who get them 50 bucks at the end offa month an' go to spend alla of 'em in'a brothel or for'a whiskey to get God damn drunk. I cn't see any litt' difference between you and them, an' there's no difference. Every week ya go to a bar an' come back God damn drunk at late night. How do you think I feel then bout you? But ever'thing

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