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Well now I want you to tell all the kids to write as it gets pretty lonesome out here. As you were saying the people said you didn't care when I left. I know a lot, Father, & there is never a day passes but what I think of you and Dad & I can yet see the smiles on your faces. Oh them smiles sure put the pep into me. But don't never worry because I am going to be a man & a clean man & straight all the way threw.
A lot of the boys here believe in drinking but not me no more. Well now tell all to write & I'll ans.
Your own true son,
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