Day 91

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May 26th, 1940.

{Writing}

Dear, Harry:

Yesterday would have been 4 months since you've been gone. I miss you so much. I can't believe it's been this long, it feels like just yesterday. I don't think I can go another day without you. As days, hours, minutes, and maybe even more months go by, I begin to lose hope.

Everyday I wake up, expecting to read that this war is finally over; But it never is. Everyday I wake up, expecting to see you; But I never do. How long will I have to wait? I don't know.

But I will keep on waiting. No matter how much the wait, hurts.

Love, Louis.

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