Sweetheart,
Last night I didn’t write to you because I spent the night with Betty Zeutuer over in the city and I didn’t have a chance to. Now I don’t have more time than it takes to write a note. I just barely got back from the city when my father wants me to go back with him to meet an old friend of ours over there. What a life. It’s no fun that trip over to the city and twice in one day is a workout. Darling I promise you a long letter tonight and I have a lot to tell.
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