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Dear Em
How is every body? I would like to get a letter of some sort but I know it isn’t your fault that Ive not received a word from anyone for over two weeks. I know there is a lot of mail for me some where between here and the U.S. but Im wishing it would arrivee. Im going to say right here that Im not in the writing mood tonight but Im going to scratch this one off and let you know that as usual (All’s well with Sam).
Its pretty cold here now after a little snow we had last night. It looks some winterish here now. Id like to see old wintery Boston when I pull out at six fifteen for reville in the morning. Its black as pitch but up and out we get so as to get as much out of the day as is possible for this time of year. The worst of it is there is absolutly no news and absolutly less to write about. You see I really should stop now but Im going to fill up this paper for paper is so scarce here that it would be a crime to waste this much. Put me down right now as comiting a crime.
Has Emma written to Mr. Davis yet. Get after her and tell her she’d better. Hows Roughan’s, Winter Hill, Castle Sq., Liggett’s, Madge’s and Life in general. Still getting fat, can you imagine it. Tell Bert to slip us a line after he gets through counting up those nickels and checking up those checks.
Love to all
Samuel.
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