Hoovervilles: A Short Story

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The shadows followed us home that cold winter night ;our feet were tired and hands were cut.Today was the beginning of our careers in the Preston & Co packing company and my brother Lucas was already complaining “When do you reckon dad’s coming home? ‘Cause I just hate working!” ,he exclaimed. In all reality I didn’t know what to tell him;dad had been away in D.C. for weeks demanding the money he claimed was his,and boy did we need it.Lucas and I worked in the cutting station at the plant had hundreds of eyes on us, we were lucky to get the jobs not only because of our age but because there were hundreds upon hundreds of bodies swarming the plant in look for a job.This happened every winter as the people of the surrounding Hoovervilles entered

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