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Deary Diary,
This is my first time writing to you. My Ma got me this journal for my 12th birthday. It cot her 50 cents. I think its cheap, but to her it is a lot of money.
My Ma always told me about Papa, how he was such a great man. He divorced her and got caught taking liqour from the Saloon. He was senf to jail and died a week before I was born. I kinda look at him as what Ma calls them, alcholic. It's a shame I knever got to meet him.
Not much comes on my birthday. I usally waske up and open my 1 present. I then go to work out in the fields while Ma teaches Sissy cleaning, and how to be a house wife.
i unfortunatley was not able to catch and kill anything for dinner tonight. Ma and Sissy had to make leftovers. I lay my head in shame.
Tomorro will be better
Happy birthday to you and me,
Allister
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- | Submitted on 03/24/2010 |
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- Title: Dear Diary, Entry 1
- Artist: critic-the-homeless
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This is my first entrie i made for writing at my school. We have to make a 7 entry diary thingy based in the 1880's. It has to be like my age in my town. Everyone in my calss loved it. they said it was the best one, so i hope u like it.
please rate and comment. Excuse my spelling. He supposed to ahve bad grammer becasue he is in the 1800's - Date: 03/24/2010
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- Deaths_Daughter4018 - 03/31/2010
- This is different. Keep going.
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