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Saturday Dear ? We ? is a ? Christmas. ? a very beautiful and remarkable woman, we all loved, had been found dead in her bed. It ? way to die and she was old and tired but something inside? her never had tired. Her death wrecked us. ? dear, your ? of love is t6he finest Christmas gift I could have. I shall hang it up on a peg in my visible?