Darling,
I cannot wait to set my eyes on our
newborn little girl. I am in a trench, single-footed and fighting right now.
Tell Benjamin to refrain from cleaning his metal rod in your presence, I do not
approve of it. Fondle as many breasts as possible and make sure you choose
wisely. Write me about each. I must go. I run faint. Colonel just got shot. I
will write at a better time.
Your
quick footed strong man,
Bentley
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