Day 86

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May 21st, 1940.

{Writing}

Dear, Harry:

Sometimes I look back at the times we were still together. Cuddling, kissing, singing songs while we make each other breakfast in the morning. I know I'm not exactly the best cook, but you still ate whatever I made.

I was watching some of our old films when were young, the other day. It brought back so much memories that I will never forget. Hopefully if you get back, we can watch them together. It reminded me of how much I missed you, but of course you knew that.
I hope you get back soon so I won't have to cry in the middle of the night anymore.

Love, Louis.

Hope you liked this chapter!.xX

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