Today all we got for supper was a slice of bread. Father can't find a job, and if he doesn't soon, we may lose our house. My Uncle Ed actually got to speak with the president. Since he has no family of his own, he told the President of us. he talked about how father couldn't get a job, and how mother was the one trying to find food every evening, and even told him a little bit about Andrew, Peter, Kattie (pronounced cat-ee), me, and even Digorie, our cat. The president said that soon this whole thing will be over with, and we'll all live life again. I hope that is true.
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