Dear Diary,
I said after working hard on the farm, I came into the house to hear my wife singing the kids to sleep and the smell of cider. I walked to the fire and pulled out the pot to find a bitter tasting cider. I think this year we will see green fields soon its warm under the clods I told elizabeth. As i take another sip she ask me have I been to Salem and I tell her no.
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