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The War Within Itself

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This is my first kinda successful short story, it's not that good but I may do a second version that is longer and a more improved ending, but for right now this is what I have.  It has some romance in it, but I'm a crummy writer when it comes to romance (or any story) so I'm sorry if it isn't that good.  But anyway I hope you like it!

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            The day that it happened it was a bright and sunny day.  I had no idea what I was about to be asked.  My name is Maddie Higgins, and I'm a maid for the governor of Louisiana.  The date is May 15, 1862, in America.  Just last year President Abraham Lincoln announced the war against slavery.  It's a war within itself, brother and brother are fighting against each other and not having a regret of killing the other. In Louisiana it seems like everyone is for slavery, not even my own family is against slavery.  I'm secretly against it.  My belief started when I saw a mother being dragged from her newborn.  It's just not right to have a mother separated from her baby.  This is my account of my part in the war within itself.Tous Droits Réservés

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