tageous health wise, I see no need for a brassiere except that now they are an accepted and social necessity.''
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His notebook also betrayed what was for Kathy a very difficult period:
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In January, 1964, Charles Whitman's life was troubled. In Austin, Kathy wondered if she was pregnant; if so, her baby's father had been thrown in the brig, court martialed, and busted to private. At Camp Lejeune, Charlie was doing hard labor, and the Whitman family in Lake Worth was no better off:
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Those judgmental words would later haunt Charlie Whitman. In a fairly short time he would need help very badly, with his studies and his personal life, and he would make little effort to seek help. As days and weeks passed, his writing became less focused. "My mind is so broken up with thoughts, I never seem to consistently think of one plan for the future."
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