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My Dear Miss [Hartzell],
My- oh my how
I miss you! It seems weeks
instead of hours since I
watched that hack drive
off in the snow, rain & slush
with that dear face at the
window. I went back to bed
and found ["Chi?ie"?] weeping
also. After he went to sleep
I was dozing off when a low
[expulsheal?] voice on the other
side of the room whispered
"Miss Hartzell. I told her you

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