Tuesday, April 23, 1929

I’m a fine one I tell you in a letter that I was returning the snapshot picture then I forget all about it. If I happen to think about or rather if my memory will stretch so far till I finish this letter then I’ll enclose them. Don’t, please, my little sweetheart be angry at me for what I did to one of them, will you?

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