Day 17

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March 13th, 1940.

{Writing}

Dear, Harry:

I'm worried, Haz. There's been a lot of bombings that I've seen on the news.
Some were, I think, close to where you are. Hopefully you escaped them, or got on another boat. I almost cried, my love. I thought I had lost you. All I want is for you to show me a sign. All I want is for you to write me back and show me that you're alright. I need to know, Harry. Please. I love you.

Love, Louis.



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