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Dirty little journal
Three years later(somewhere in Mexico) "Ema." Someone called from inside a thatched cottage. The sun was hot making the fire the woman was tending to burn faster. "Ema! Come help me." The woman dressed in a white shirt stained with Ash and coal. Her hair a mess of black and grey. Sweat making them stick to her forehead. She coughed a little and reached out to her fan which she kept close to keep the embers of wood burning. "Coming Mom." A voice rang from outside, soft yet loud like a clarinet. A young girl in her early twenties rushed to the old woman who called for her. "Mom, I don't want to cook. The farm is much fun." "Yes. Digging and getting all those nails dirty is fun. It would have been better if you came as a boy." Her mother mocked. "Help me with the melon seeds. Yo
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