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here I have quite a shortage -
 Entertainment here is[[strikethrough]] quite [[/strikethrough]] primitive, sometimes a movie (Frankenstein or something) a reading room with old magazines. That's about all. I go to bed at 9 O'clock and I don't have much brilliant conversation or ideas during the day. Probably I'll leave this place sometime soon (You write me to the old address O.N.I. etc. never mind the one on the envelope).                                 I think at you often. So far I censored myself my mail but now I have a censor in my outfit and from now on I'll try to be less romantic or impulsive in what I write you and all that because of lack of privacy requested by the regulations.                 Write me a long letter and tell me a lot about you and people and how is your place now and what you doing. I don't know why, I remember now something I saw sometime ago. I was in a Army place and the boys there had 5 little dogs. Most unusual lack of imagination, they all 5 w [[strikethrough]] h[[/strikethrough]]ere named George. That has nothing to do with the letter but I think it's funny. Ciao, S.
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