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Dear Jerry and Lucile -

 If our being there meant something to you think what it meant to me

and to Elizabeth. In town a fellow has to go about so so - walking along - dont stumble. There aren't many people seen? love other people, even a little. People sliver along, quarrel, say nasty things then go home and pray to God.

 "God forgive me my sins. Let me die  God and go up to heaven to sit on

a golden throne!"

 I'm not ready yet to work, as I thought I was. The story I want to get at is pretty rich.

I'll walk about and wait awhile. Perhaps I'll even away for a week or two to where I know