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*[Note: Not one of Subject B's 17,891 journal entries found      mention anything about Why Time itself had stopped.                Refer to Subject X's Archival Journal: Chapter 16       Science of an Improbability (pages 356- 387) for further research]*   ___________________________________________________                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      February 14th, 1955 Dear Dr. Einstein,                     What's up Doc? I decided it's Valentine's Day. Unequivocally! And it's a Saturday! Saturdays are my absolute relative favorite. Always have been, I think...           See, up until "yesterday" I thought it might have been almost a year since the whole time thing. I look older, that's for sure. Measured myself up on the kitchen notches and I'm just about as tall as Derrick was when he was 13-- which isn't much, we're a short family. Dad topped-off at 5' 7" and was super lucky to find my mom. She was 5' 7" as well but hated heels. Anyway, though, it could be less than a year. It gets really confusing with the sun always in the same spot, which is why I decided it's Valentine's Day. And it's Saturday!  I've already cut a picture of Howdy Doody and put it on the TV.            Okay Doc, that's all. Just wanted to wish you a Happy Valentine's Day. Might move my bed up to the attic to get a better view of the everlasting day.                                                                                                     Sincerely,                                                                                                Robbie Wilson
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
Subject B's (Robbie Wilson) Archival Journal: Pgs. 287-289 (1958)
*[Note: Not one of Subject B's 17,891 journal entries found      mention anything about Why Time itself had stopped.                Refer to Subject X's Archival Journal: Chapter 16       Science of an Improbability (pages 356- 387) for further research]*   ___________________________________________________                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      February 14th, 1955 Dear Dr. Einstein,                     What's up Doc? I decided it's Valentine's Day. Unequivocally! And it's a Saturday! Saturdays are my absolute relative favorite. Always have been, I think...           See, up until "yesterday" I thought it might have been almost a year since the whole time thing. I look older, that's for sure. Measured myself up on the kitchen notches and I'm just about as tall as Derrick was when he was 13-- which isn't much, we're a short family. Dad topped-off at 5' 7" and was super lucky to find my mom. She was 5' 7" as well but hated heels. Anyway, though, it could be less than a year. It gets really confusing with the sun always in the same spot, which is why I decided it's Valentine's Day. And it's Saturday!  I've already cut a picture of Howdy Doody and put it on the TV.            Okay Doc, that's all. Just wanted to wish you a Happy Valentine's Day. Might move my bed up to the attic to get a better view of the everlasting day.                                                                                                     Sincerely,                                                                                                Robbie Wilson
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
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