With all the housing forclosures around, I notice lines for soup kitchens going around the block on my way to and back from school. I hope soon I won't be in that line. If I were an adult, maybe I could help stop the Depression. The least I can do is make dad give them another chance. He's in charge of a bank. (Not really. But we're just pretending we're kids in the Depression, right?)
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