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I was born in a nice farm in sissly. i was named bruno, my mom died of child birth and my dad raised me by himself. i am the only child and the only one that helps my dad on the farm
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my dad died of a deases and i was left with the farm. i am 22 and my dad tought me how to do everything on the farm just incase something like this.
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a couple of lighhtning struck my farm and it burned down and i decided to go to america with the cash in my pockect and the clothes on my back
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i raised enogh money to surrveve the trip to the west
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the food is horrible in the sterage deck and i sleep next to guy who snores
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i arrive and i find brief case with some money and some kitchen utennsels. i think about what i could do with it and went to buy a room. in my room i thought of what job i should take
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i was walking and i found a job of bieng an employe at a bakery
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as i arrived california i had planed on opening my own bakery but the daws act reject my way of life. i was so mad becouse i had no other job to go to
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i was hired by my nieghbor aberto matteo i am payed 100 a week
at a pizza resturant named papa johns i was to bake the crust -
my horse killed me in my sleep by walking into the house and knocked oover a candle and burned me to death
