July 30, 1945

Tuesday Midnight

Dearest – darling – sweetheart – my strong, handsome, fat husband Preston,

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I’m only slightly intoxicated, only slighted. You understand that I am going to put my head down in thought of you so I’ll probably go to sleep. If I had you here now, I would give you something good as I am all already for you, but as it is I’ll wait for now, put my head down but not before I say I love you.

Nite nite sweetie,

Maggie