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Monday, [[strikethrough]] April 9, [[/strikethrough]] Jan 22, 192 [[strikethrough]] 8 [[/strikethrough]] 9

Friends. Good friends. Real friends. Let's be friends. The old issue. Orvil wrote me the letter enclosed here. It is [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] nice - It is him. AFter Dans persisting begging for love - of which I know little, I get this letter. Friendship. More than anything do I want to his friend. I only pray that I can be - that he will want me - keep me - and love me as me. And what more would one ask? - Or is this just my synonym for love? It is all so big and dreadful - it is foolish but it is important too. And how much more close and vital to me than Latin or Math. And why is it deeper than Al or Dan?

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Tuesday, April 10, 1928