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Jan. 25, 1942.
This letter will probably be the shortest letter I have ever written to you yet, but I can’t think of much to say & I’m very tired.
I didn’t go to church today. I felt miserable all day. I had a headache and a fever and you can imagine what else had to happen besides. What a time to feel terrible. I usually do anyhow without having a headache. I stayed in bed all day. I tried to read the story in the paper, but was too
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sick. So I slept all afternoon. I woke up about 6:00. I felt better. Ruthie called & wanted to go to a show. I went, but still had a headache. After I got interested in the show, my headache went away & I feel O.K. now. I’m awfully tired though.
On the bus coming home tonight, we saw two friends of Ruthie’s. They both had rings. Neither one could even compare with mine. In fact, next to mine, theirs looked like they came from the
5 & 10¢ store.
In Pete’s tonight they played “The Blue Danube Waltz”. Wish you were here. Whenever I hear a beautiful waltz I think of you. I Love You.
Well, with all the cologne & perfume in this room, I’m starting to get a headache again. I’m sitting at the dresser & can smell it very strongly. Too much always gives me the headache. So if you don’t mind, I think I’ll close for tonight. Until tomorrow, then ——
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I’ll be seeing you. Write soon.
With all my Love,
(Mrs. W.E. Pittman)
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I love you