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Conger Reynolds correspondence, September 1918

1918-09-07 Daphne Reynolds to Conger Reynolds Page 2

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And if I ever say a thing feels blunkish, I mean it feels- well- kinda blue-gray-like. Get it? Changing the subject, last night we took Helen down to see Margie Clark and after the show I went into a drug store and played with the cat until the car came. I always stop in to call on that cat when I'm down town, and she always comes running to me when I go in the store. When we got home finally, Julie flung herself down in the big chair and swore that she wouldn't go to bed because she didn't have any hubby, and while we were discussing the delicacy of such a statement, here comes Mama, gum-shoeing down stairs with the news that Fred was up stairs in bed, asleep. After
 
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