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through this tiny window is that electric blue color, so I only got about two hours left to sleep. Plus, I think Benito up there beating his shit again and I ainât trying to hear that. So, Iâll write you later. Write me back soon baby.
Love,
Antonio
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May 22, 1990
Dear Antonio,
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The prom was Saturday at this real nice restaurant downtown, by Battery Park and the water. We could see the Statue of Liberty from the place cause it was on the twentieth floor or something like that. They had punch, cake,
and stuff like chicken wings and meatballs and little hot dogs wrapped in dough. It was almost like a wedding. Everybody had a date but me. Well, probably not everybody, but thatâs the way it seemed to me. Me and Laneice both wore black and white. Her mother made our dresses. They were all long and Marilyn Monroe like with a lot of ruffles at the bottom. Mine was strapless and Laneice had spaghetti straps. We both had high slits going up the thigh. Her mother found both of us some polka-dot shoes and a polka-dot purse to match, and Mommy let me wear lipstick. Laneice daddy drove us to the prom in a nice black Lincoln cause you know he part owner of this car service. We got there in style, cause most people took the train. Laneice went with Black, if you can believe that shit. I knew they liked each other. I donât know why they was always pretending like they didnât. They danced with each other all night and he brought her cake and punch and they took pictures together.
Anyway, our friend Geraldine who live in Washington Heights with her sister and her sister boyfriend had a big party after the prom. Her sister mad cool. She got this long apartment like one long hallway, and you have to walk through one room to get to the other. She made us Jell-O shots and spiked Kool-Aid and that Spanish rice with barbecue. We listened to that Spanish music all night, which was nice cause it was something different for a change. Laneice said she wasnât going to give Black none, but I know she did. In the last room of the apartment,
thatâs where people was going to do it because nobody was walking through it. Sherry and Kyle went back there, so did Noel and Belinda. I think Geraldine was back there all night cause I never saw her and it was supposed to be her party. Laneice and Black was slow-dancing and then I saw them walk back there with some other people. I asked Laneice the next morning if they did it, and she was like, âHow the hell was he gonna get it past all them ruffles Ma put on my dress?â I think Mrs. Clark knew exactly what she was doing, making them dresses like a damn leotard. But when she came out she didnât have no pantyhose on anymore, so I think she lying. You know I didnât go back there with nobody. I didnât even dance with nobody. I mean, people was asking me and everything, but I turned them down. I was in the kitchen mostly with Geraldine sister, helping her with the food and stuff. She talked to me about love, about how her man got on her nerves and how love hurt sometime. She showed me a picture of him and their daughter. I asked her where he was and she said that he was spending the night with his moms so she could plan the party, but she said he missed her already cause he was calling every ten minutes. They had a fight earlier, and she said she couldnât wait for him to come home tomorrow so they could make up. Talking to her made me feel a lot better.
Anyway, hereâs a picture of me in my prom dress. I know my eyes look a little red, but thatâs because I was crying just a little from missing you. But I have that big
pretty smile that I know you like. Make sure you put the picture up so you can look at me when you get lonely.
Love,
Natasha
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May 25, 1990
Dear Natasha,
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Baby, thank you so much for all the pictures. You look so good in your prom dress that I had to take your picture down. Benito was
Love,
Antonio
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May 22, 1990
Dear Antonio,
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The prom was Saturday at this real nice restaurant downtown, by Battery Park and the water. We could see the Statue of Liberty from the place cause it was on the twentieth floor or something like that. They had punch, cake,
and stuff like chicken wings and meatballs and little hot dogs wrapped in dough. It was almost like a wedding. Everybody had a date but me. Well, probably not everybody, but thatâs the way it seemed to me. Me and Laneice both wore black and white. Her mother made our dresses. They were all long and Marilyn Monroe like with a lot of ruffles at the bottom. Mine was strapless and Laneice had spaghetti straps. We both had high slits going up the thigh. Her mother found both of us some polka-dot shoes and a polka-dot purse to match, and Mommy let me wear lipstick. Laneice daddy drove us to the prom in a nice black Lincoln cause you know he part owner of this car service. We got there in style, cause most people took the train. Laneice went with Black, if you can believe that shit. I knew they liked each other. I donât know why they was always pretending like they didnât. They danced with each other all night and he brought her cake and punch and they took pictures together.
Anyway, our friend Geraldine who live in Washington Heights with her sister and her sister boyfriend had a big party after the prom. Her sister mad cool. She got this long apartment like one long hallway, and you have to walk through one room to get to the other. She made us Jell-O shots and spiked Kool-Aid and that Spanish rice with barbecue. We listened to that Spanish music all night, which was nice cause it was something different for a change. Laneice said she wasnât going to give Black none, but I know she did. In the last room of the apartment,
thatâs where people was going to do it because nobody was walking through it. Sherry and Kyle went back there, so did Noel and Belinda. I think Geraldine was back there all night cause I never saw her and it was supposed to be her party. Laneice and Black was slow-dancing and then I saw them walk back there with some other people. I asked Laneice the next morning if they did it, and she was like, âHow the hell was he gonna get it past all them ruffles Ma put on my dress?â I think Mrs. Clark knew exactly what she was doing, making them dresses like a damn leotard. But when she came out she didnât have no pantyhose on anymore, so I think she lying. You know I didnât go back there with nobody. I didnât even dance with nobody. I mean, people was asking me and everything, but I turned them down. I was in the kitchen mostly with Geraldine sister, helping her with the food and stuff. She talked to me about love, about how her man got on her nerves and how love hurt sometime. She showed me a picture of him and their daughter. I asked her where he was and she said that he was spending the night with his moms so she could plan the party, but she said he missed her already cause he was calling every ten minutes. They had a fight earlier, and she said she couldnât wait for him to come home tomorrow so they could make up. Talking to her made me feel a lot better.
Anyway, hereâs a picture of me in my prom dress. I know my eyes look a little red, but thatâs because I was crying just a little from missing you. But I have that big
pretty smile that I know you like. Make sure you put the picture up so you can look at me when you get lonely.
Love,
Natasha
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May 25, 1990
Dear Natasha,
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Baby, thank you so much for all the pictures. You look so good in your prom dress that I had to take your picture down. Benito was
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