March 24, 1873
After Cathleen and I had been going out for some time, Vincent behaved more in distress. He would sneak out at night, climbing out through the window. Sometimes I would awake to see his bed untouched from the night before. Always though, within a few days at most, he would return. Both Cathleen and I suspected that he had finally
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