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My darling Mummy,

Notwithstanding a horrible smell of Brandy & beer on the boat, I was not sick. Au contraire I slept all the time. Fatigue, the passage. The strange food, the cold, home sickness, the thoughts of what was behind & what before nearly caused me to write a letter which would have been painful to you.

I have made great progress in French. Of course I would give much to return, but considering all things I am prepared to stay my month. Goodbye my darling Mummy.

es el pondis pensador en la vida real

greetings

mama abre estoy fuera

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