It is 1929. My brother and I were walking back to the house and then a dust storm showed up. My brother was missing after that. I went to the house and my brother was sitting on the bed coughing and he was covered in dirt. He wouldn't stop coughing, so we gave him some medecine and he still wouldn't stop coughing. Mama said that he would stop coughing in a few hours. A few hours later he was sick and we had to move to California.
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