My Dearest Sweetie;
Notice the quiver of love in that greeting--method in my madness. Ya see my love, due to things beyond control of this wee’ chaps right hand--losses ensued. Last night, we drunk a foo broos an the usual game of chance started. Now don’t be mad hon, but the wool was so thick on the sheep--anyhoo I had a small square pair of shears. Things went rather sadly
stinky. Made four straight craps--for twenty pieces of silver per shoot. Eventually, one fifty trickled through my unmasterful fingers. To bad, so sad, friends glad. Did do two masterful things tho! Executed a pair of rather neat flying mares on an ex-friend. He provoked my already warmed temperature to near bearling--never knew you could throw a person so high, have him come down flat aback, get up and then do it again. Second time, hurt his widdle body--no light, no fight. (Stop the bloody battle Im bleeding all over you) The
other thing wasn’t quite as silly as those first two. After losing everything but carfare, this chief who owned two radios turned, and said, “Well Mahtin, (Boston) I’ll sell the big one for 36.” He just did that to be wise, but one of the shooters who is getting transferred tomorrow, just peeled of 40 an says hyar tis King Love. Beautiful big 1/12’ x 1’ x 1” General Electric table
model we now own. This morning, a radio tech offered me a flat 70 cash for it. Didn’t flinch, cuz it’ll be worth that when I get through with it. Would send it, but they don’t allow those hard to get things to go back home. You will probably have to send the money order to Willy later--still got the four to test my luck on.
School is lasting longer than we figured--you and I my love must gaze an wish an hope a little longer. Want to come home to you Sweetie--no one else, just you.
Love Always
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM1/c
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