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2. state of nightmare.
I'm sorry about Arno Bontemps. Always, with death of one dear, the living endure the shock of loss. Wish you could come to N.Y. - Tho this city, as someone disintegrating, seems to be falling apart. Again, dear Jack, good luck! And thanks again - and love to Gladys and you.
Henrietta