Day 42

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April 7th, 1940.

{Writing}

Dear, Harry:

Everyday. Every minute. Every moment of just missing you. I don't think I can go another day without you. Though, I am insanely proud of you. You keep fighting no matter what, and I am proud of you for that.

Keep fighting, my love. Keep fighting.

Love, Louis.

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