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2 Karl sent me one of his paintings. I asked him for it. It was scout? of him. I dare say he could sell it for a good price. It is one a museum once dickered about buying.

Why anything is there - I am a bit scattered.
 There is no sensslity.. no best?  It is a wound in which no man ever had a hand? on.
 I was in a town, on my way up here from the south and got on with 3 soldiers out of soldiers home. 

They began telling me how little factory girl, out of a job now went and sold themselves to soldiers for 29 c. "Poor God dam little kids," away? the soldiers said.

 That would never happen in Karl's Kack's? world. There are ?nids? there but no cyclones.Hane? 

do not lust in the night.

 So. So. Brothers. Its steu?
 Ill be here only a day or