The World Turned Upside Down
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Ongoing, First published Aug 22, 2018
Marion is a free spirited girl growing up in the prime of the 1920's with her strict single father who works the stock market. Written in a series of short diary entries, Marion recollects on her childhood and growing up under her negligent father's series of nannies, cherished outings with her best friend, discovering the world of the roaring twenties, and getting caught up in the true American Dream. As the trouble with the stock market begins, Mari's life goes from boom to bust in this exciting short story
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