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It is now 5.30.  Yesterday afternoon I went to see the Polo game with George and Olivia.  Speaking of those two love birds, he says she cant go east on account of he wants to spend the week ends here with her, can you feature it.

Jack Dormer is giving the treasure hunt next [[strikethrough]] Thursta [[/strikethrough]] Thursday and he sez he has excavated a handsome blonde thing to take in my car.  Well when I heard that I would have to drag a woman I quickly pulled out my pocket book and looked for a card.  Not finding one I looked at my driver's liscence with an air of importance and told him I [[strikethrough]] hd [[/strikethrough]] had to go to L.A.  All this time I was giving our Felix grin and scuttling into the dim distance.

Please excuse the many scratch outs but this is the last piece of paper in the house.

Just think of all the red lights I will see all alone without you to keep me from jumping (this trip may kill me yet).

Well darling, I must needs stop on account of there is no more paper to be had.  At this point I am still counting the days, but think of when I can count the hours [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] or mebbe the minutes. Oh Gee, why cant I count the seconds now.
 
With all my love
Heideberg