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Friday—the 6th
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Sweetheart, dear. I hasten to your rescue—if only I am sent by Fate to save you—now—in your hour of need—when the danger is greatest—when temptation is strongest—when the will is weakest—
So many unwilling souls have been doomed before—too many have suffered the agonies of this curse that I would fain* spare you if I can—before you are helplessly enmeshed in the toils—of Spring Fever.
Now, while the snow still lingers—and the wind is still sharp—let this warning act as an antitoxin to the accursed malady—especially this Spring—above all—in face of this insurmountable complication—one that has no parallel in the history of medicine—i.e. these 50 miles between us. For I myself, too many times, have thought of the coming Summer—& what a trial it is going to be for both of us. But—we'll keep thinking of the fall—and a re-union again!
Thank you most kindly for the invitation—and mine shall be the 1st hands that you shall hear in applause—if you shall be able to distinguish them from the din of applause that shall follow close on to mine.
As for your other suggestion as much as I should like to arrange that, I just can't see how—you know how limited my "available" friends are in Providence—and of course—boys here are out of the question, even if I had any to choose from.—so I'm very much at loss as to how to carry out your suggestion.
My case is about over—already for a fresh one—
How've you been feeling?—
My love, Dave.
And don't forget, dear—if you never tell me how you miss me—I'll never know!
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