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I guess it started back home.
Wisconsin, that is.
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It was just Mom and Dad and me.
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I was an only child.
I used to make believe a lot when I was a kid.
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Acted out all sorts of things.
What they were isn't important.
:15:16
But, somehow, acting and make-believe
began to fill up my life more and more.
:15:22
It got so I couldn't tell
the real from the unreal.
:15:25
Except that the unreal
seemed more real to me...
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- I'm talking a lot of gibberish, aren't I?
- Not at all.
:15:34
Farmers were poor in those days.
That's what Dad was, a farmer.
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I had to help out.
:15:41
So I quit school, went to Milwaukee,
became a secretary... in a brewery.
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When you're a secretary in a brewery, it's
hard to make believe you're anything else.
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Everything is beer.
:15:57
It wasn't much fun, but it helped at home.
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And there was a little theatre group there,
like a drop of rain on the desert.
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That's where I met Eddie.
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He was a radio technician.
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We played Liliomfor three performances.
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I was awful.
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Then the war came and we got married.
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Eddie was in the air force.
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They sent him to the South Pacific.
:16:25
You were with the OWl, weren'tyou,
Mr Richards? That's what Who's Who says.
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Well, with Eddie gone,
my life went backto beer.
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Except for a letter a week.
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One week he wrote me
he had leave coming up.
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I'd saved my money and vacation time
and went to San Francisco to meet him.
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But Eddie wasn't there.
:16:50
They forwarded the telegram from Milwaukee.
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The one that came from Washington.
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To say that... Eddie wasn't coming at all.
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That Eddie was dead.