letters from Clarence
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I am going to be sharing with you letters that my grandfather wrote to my grandmother and World War II they were newlyweds my grandpa was a little older than my grandma and my grandfather would not allow them to get married even though he liked my grandfather so they snuck and got married and my grandpa's sister signed the permission for the wedding certificate my grandmother met my grandfather from my Uncle Jim which is my grandfather's best friend I really hope you all enjoy this story everything in this story is true and every word is original my grandmother gave these letters to me before she died 3 years ago and she always wanted me to share their love story
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