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Fairfield Ohio
Sunday 7.45 P.M.

My Dearest Hattie
I don't (am inclined) very much like writing tonight but after that letter of yours which I went clear into [[term?]] for [[that?]] night of [[gist?]] must. 
The [image of skull and crossbones] BEWARE didn't scare me in the least and I looked forward to some kind of glad tidings instead of a poor pitifull plea for mail and Babe I am more sorry that you didn't get about [[?]] a day while you were sick, and girlie don't I love you any more? no [underlined] I couldn't love you any more [underlined] so there - guess I must thank too much of you to bother you with mail -  and [[?]] say "you know how it is" I sure do and feel that much more sorry for you [[dearie?]] and hope that by this time that yours [[?]] letters enough to make up for those neglected days