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Dear Fred, Well how are you anyways.  Are you
still home.  Oh say Alfred, what was it you
drove over when leaving our place, I had to
laugh when I heard it ha! ha! ha!  Now you
laugh.  I suppose you think I am a cowboy as
I am all [tan?], ha! ha!  Now I want you to
drop me a card, be sure now.  Many thanks for
that card you sent to me, but you should have
written it yourself.  Now don't forget.
As ever, bye bye with greetings to all.
Ellen Carlson
718 Girard Ave N.
Minneapolis


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