It was mid-October and in the twenties, because it was October as was I am finishing my route. As I biked the town seemed so beautiful. I like this job because it helps me get away. I had woken up with Abelard screaming about friends lost in the war. Jacob had to come over help him. Jacob was a friend of the family and was also referred as an hyphenated American. The two had been bullied at the start of the Great War long before it came to America. About a two years ago America had been dragged into the European conflict called the Great War. The war was like the one the world had never seen, and it war had claimed millions of lives and my brother had been drafted into military service. It had also caused many house wives to work in factories. As I got to 12th St. took a left and headed down Gorman Rd. Which was my least favorite house to deliver to because of the steep hill. I pedaled up the hills, my legs burning, and stopped on the side of the road just halfway up the hill. I wheezed and looked up the rising sun ‘Gotta hurry’ I sighed to myself. I sped up the hill, reached into my bag and threw the paper to the left. I felt the bag and smiled to myself, in the bag an extra newspaper. I smiled to myself and thanked my boss Gerald.
When I got home, I pulled up in the driveway, the car gone, and set down my bicycle before
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I crawled into bed and let myself be carried off into the land of dreams.
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