And so my darling, I know you'll excuse me now, because my eyes are bothering me, and I must wash my hair, press a shirt, mend stockings, wash and then to bed to think and dream of Popsie, Herbie, darling. Sorry I have to close, because I feel like writing. Don't forget, dear, I'll meet you on the way at noon time.
All ways yours, Darling "Snootsie"
The End 8:37 P.M
P.S. I'll bet you were surprised to find this. (Ha Ha)
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