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Wartime Letters - 25 Nov, 1943

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Fionlasan

Published: Nov 7, 2011

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25 November 1943
Alfred,

Well it is a pro-american comic, Jones. Why would we sell it in large quantities here? Don't be ridiculous.

It's not confusing at all. England refers only to the country of England. Whereas The United Kingdom and Britain refer to the British Isles. Two very different things, love. America has just as many, if not more, names.

I told you, I was too busy cursing my brothers to bother with dressing in some infantile costume. I did dress up a couple of years though....maybe when you are back we can celebrate Halloween together and I'll dress up, special for you.
You'll rot your teeth with all those candies. I wouldn't mind some candy either, but as it is, we don't have any here in Britain at the moment...

What does it matter if I do believe in them?? It's perfectly normal to believe in something you interact with ever- *scribbles all that out*

Jones, you're a tosser.

So are you flying the Mustang now? Or is it the Vulture...Vullie...er...Vulcan...?

I er...well...if you look at it that way...um...thank you...

Are so.
You have the attention span of a squirrel, darling

How would you like me to sign my letters?
Arthur Kirkland

The more you take responsibility for your past and present, the more you are able to create the future you seek.
-Anonymous

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