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26344	Burr, Jane	Letters of a Dakota Divorcee			.txt	text/plain	19187	1145	85	my room each night to ask me if I think she'll ever get a man. this moon isn't half as calloused to demonstration as our dear old New They weren't like our dear old Irish Indians on Manhattan There's a new boarder here whose face looks like a chapel and every time I have just returned from a little walk with Carlton--I suppose my eyes looks like Elbert Hubbard--sits all day surrounded by his hair." you know that was the first time I ever really perjured myself--like a I talk like Old Man Solomon, but you know that the only serious thoughts They swayed at times and seemed likely to fall with Your Christmas box came one day too soon and, like the child that I am The new decorations in my bed room are all in bloom like our love, and I man ought to love every child, dear little unfinished human beings.	./cache/26344.txt	./txt/26344.txt