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Dear Marie,
I’m sitting in the middle of Buckington Park at the moment; on a seat of course, not on the grass. I’ve come here with the other students from the English class for a picnic; it’s a beautiful day, and the sun is shining!
We have just had lunch; I asked the teacher for sandwiches made with brown bread, but he only had white bread sandwiches. Of course, I told him how bad white bread is for your health, but he just laughed.
Perhaps he was thinking about love; he’s just got engaged to one of the students, a Mexican girl. She’s a very pleasant, reasonable girl, and I’m sure they’ll be happy together.
I spoke to the Director of the school yesterday; by the way, to ask him how much longer I needed to stay at his school.
He told me that I needed another couple of years to speak English really well, and that I could take extra private lessons of I wanted to, at $50 an hour. It’s a bit expensive really; I’m not sure what to do.
Anyway, I’ll be home at the end of next month for summer vacation; I’ll see you then.
Your loving husband, Fritz
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