Day 74

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May 9th, 1940.

{Writing}

Dear, Harry:

Right now, it feels like you've been gone for almost a century. I know you can't come home, and that scares me a lot because you may not come home at all. I just have to keep waiting and praying. I love you. Keep fighting.

Love, Louis.


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