November 17th, 1943

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Dear Bucky,

You're back.

You're really back. I don't believe it at all. You're back.

I'm more than grateful to hear that you are okay. All that matters is that you are alive, and can come home when the war is over.

In the meantime, Eliza is doing better, and Daniel is starting to grow some teeth.

I hope you're doing a lot better. Write soon.

I love you, Bucky Barnes.


~Love, Rebecca Wood

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