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Sunday, August 18 1918, cloudy

In three months, Jay will be away for

a year. I really want to know how he is

now. I haven't heard from him for a long

time. It's almost October again. I still

remember the first time I met him at that

party in October last year. He has been

gone for so long, but I still can't help

thinking of him in a moment of aloneness.

But Jay, if you don’t come back, I’m afraid

I’ll forget how you look like...how long will

I have to wait? What a torment this is! I do

not know if I can wait a ...