Ma and daddy were outside when it happened once again, the dust came pouring in. I personaly thought this was the worst part of this dreadfull experience. It was awful, this happened so much I just could'nt wait until the depression was over. I would be able to see our family farm again, be able to go down to the old store on westford steet with the little change we had and buy a treat . those were the good old times.
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