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Dear father,


    Its your son Lawerence Simmonds, once agin i got in trouble with the authorite fore stealing supplys from other peopole working at sea. My capton is making me work with blacks. i met a womun a few weeks ago. Her name is Abagale she is 19 and she got brown. We have been working hard out heer. i known you worrie about me alot but i be doin very wel, how are you and mother doin? how has work been for you?

     

                                                                                                      from,
                                                                                             Lawrence

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