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MY DEAR BLANCHE,
I have been waiting for a full hour of leisure to write you a letter, but I shall never get it, and so I'll write you anyhow. Come to think of it, there is nothing to say -- nothing that "needs" be said, rather, for there is always so much that one would like to say to you, best and most patient of "sayees".