THE LIFE OF ANNIE
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It's hard being a poor family in the 1800s. You have to work hard to get food and work hard to just survive. I thought our family was lucky until our town became covered with a bad contagious disease. Papa told the family we could move to Grandma's house in Wisconsin. How will we make it with the mountains covered in snow?
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