Dear Diary its the year 1892,
though life seems so worthless and a body can replace you in a flick of a thumb without all of which i have become i would be homeless on the streets in Germany i and my wife beging for food. Here we have received housing a job we have a new beautiful child the age of seven now. we would not have been able to keep him in Germany for we would have sarved him to death. i work my life away to insure my son a better life.Education will lead him through the golden door.
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