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Conger Reynolds correspondence, January-April 1916
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Spring - 1916 My Sweet Young Friend You are an angle - an acute one, not obtuse - and I love you morethan ever, which is an alarming amount. You are keen, boyo. But did you awsk Mr. Gus for all that inflamation and will he pass the word on to Jackson? Dearly beloved, I hopeth not. You didn't hear anything about the sort Jackson is, dija?
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Spring - 1916 My Sweet Young Friend You are an angle - an acute one, not obtuse - and I love you morethan ever, which is an alarming amount. You are keen, boyo. But did you awsk Mr. Gus for all that inflamation and will he pass the word on to Jackson? Dearly beloved, I hopeth not. You didn't hear anything about the sort Jackson is, dija?
World War I Diaries and Letters
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