Dear Diary,
21, Day 3: That morning we heard gunshots outside our window. Mom looked outside to see what it was and there stood hundreds of Patriots. In the front line was my brothers. They smiled at me and mom, and then gave dad an unpleasant look. Dad went over to him and started yelling, “ Why are you betraying us, me, your country!”
“ Well, when you put it that way I do not really care about this country, you, nor should I care about your self-centered king!”
Father went off into the house and threw the family Bible out of the window. It hit one of the Patriots and after he shut the window sill, we heard him yelling at himself or someone else.
Mary Washinworth

Dear Diary,
21, Day 3: That morning we heard gunshots outside our window. Mom looked outside to see what it was and there stood hundreds of Patriots. In the front line was my brothers. They smiled at me and mom, and then gave dad an unpleasant look. Dad went over to him and started yelling, “ Why are you betraying us, me, your country!”
“ Well, when you put it that way I do not really care about this country, you, nor should I care about your self-centered king!”
Father went off into the house and threw the family Bible out of the window. It hit one of the Patriots and after he shut the window sill, we heard him yelling at himself or someone else.
Mary Washinworth

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