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I've returned from the dreadful war in which entrapped me. I'm set free and life has resumed. But it's still has been miserable. I had high hopes and was ready to return to normalcy. Anything but that happened. My wife had our third child, a girl, who was the most beautiful baby I've ever seen. But it wasn't the right time. The flu had been sweeping the streets and I'd hear about another death each day. I tried so hard to keep her safe, to keep her healthy. But eventually it spread to our building and she fell ill. It was only a matter of days before the life drained from her face, and my daughter laid in my arms lifeless. But that's not all that's been happing. One event after another keeps affecting the country, and the post-war apocalypse
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I don't make nearly as much I need, and I'm becoming impatient. I don't want to struggle anymore, and I want America to turn itself around and realize its problems. And I'm not the only one. I see people become more agitated by each passing day, and strikes are happing each week. But as one starts, it's violently put to rest, and we seem to be going nowhere. If only they would realize low wages affect everyone and future generations, but oh wait, the people who are affected aren't important. The wealthy are. And it seems to me that our wages keep getting lower while the wealthy's rise steadily. We're struggling to find food, and they're buying a car. And to make matters worse, as each week passes, my worries go up. I've been reading stories of events taking place around the world which people are classifying under the title: the red scare. I'm fearful it might escalate to put me and my family at risk. It is only getting worse, and each article has more horrid details than the last. But I hope with the new president, he'll turn this country around and enforce change. I hope men and women make the right decision, and we voted for the right person for office because if we don't, America is just going to keep

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