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The stuff that you sent me to eat I havnt kept. I guess you wouldnt want
that anyway Mable. The stuff that your mother sent me Im going to keep.
She wasnt my girl an she didnt have to send all that stuff if she
didnt want to.

As for all the things I have give you, Mable, keep em. I dont want em no
more. I aint even goin to menshun all the money Ive spent on you for
movies an sodas an the Lord knows what not. I aint the kind of a fello
to throw that up to a fello or even menshun it in no ways. I kept track
of it though in a little book. It comes to $28.27 and some odd sense.

An I aint agoin to hold it up against you that I been savin in the bank
for most two years sos to have a little somethin towards that house with
the green blinds. An that I got somethin like $87.22 in the bank if you
can believe what that eagle beak in the cage rites in your book. All
wasted you might say, when you think of the fun I might have had with it
in the last two years. Those things we'll just forget. You seem to
have already.

An that seasons pass I got for you for the Happyhour sos you could keep
in touch with things while I was away. Keep that and take Broggins.
Otherwise I got a hunch you aint goin to the movies as much as you
used to.

I guess this will hit your father an mother pretty hard. They got nobody
to blame but yourself. On the other hand its goin to please some girls
that I know. So its a poor wind that dont blow nobody round as the poets
say. I guess you wont here much about the poets any more, Mable. About
all youll here is Broggins. I hate a man what talks about himself.

I suppose he has joined the Home defence. Are you goin to have a
military weddin, Mable?

Im kind of sorry for your father. If you have his liver on your hands
dont blame me. You know the doctor said any kind of a shock would set
him off a mile.

An now, Mable, Im closin for the last time. It wont be no use runin to
the door when you here the postman no more cause he wont have nothin but
the gas bill. From now on the only way youll here from me is in the
papers perhaps when we get over there.

Now Im going to ask you a favor, Mable, for old times sake. Take the
pictur I had taken pointin to the American flag an burn it up. You cant
have that to show your friends no more an I aint goin to have no flat
foot makin faces at it. I may be selfish, Mable, but a girl cant make a
cake an eat it too as the old sayin is.

[Illustration: "IT WON