Saturday, February 16, 1929

…it’s rotten to get sick and that wouldn’t be so bad if there were someone around. But I’ll have to take care of myself – that is I’ll have to “doctor” myself up alone… I wish you were here with me – never again to part. I’ll love you til I die.


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Monday, February 11, 1929

You & I are looking at each other all the time, my dear. The only thing I’m afraid of is that I might take all the looks off of it. Then what? But I hope for one great big pleasantry – that I won’t have to be content with only the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face in picture form but that I can see & talk to you always…

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