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human
My father was a shoemaker during the revolutionary war in New Jersey. My brother and I worked with him to prepare a shipment of shoes for the continental army. However, the shoes were stolen while they were en route to the army camp. My father was not a loyalist, obviously, but he was against all out war. He believed that in time the colonies would be given their freedom from the British and much of the bloodshed that was going on could have been avoided. These attitudes did not go over well with the locals and they blamed my father for the shipment being stolen. In order to restore our family name, my brother lied about his age and enlisted in the Navy. But he was lost during a storm shortly after. Instead of sympathy from the locals, they said this was divine proof that our family was cursed, going so far as to say that my brother was a spy and God smited him before could betray America. 

Broke and shunned by everyone we knew, we left New Jersey and America entirely and settled near Montreal. My father tried his hand at various occupations, but mostly just drank. He died shortly after the war was over. I was able to get an apprenticeship with a local shoemaker and eventually he hired me on fulltime and I was able to support my mother. She died around the turn of the century. I didn't last much longer myself. I died due to exposure to some chemicals used during the leather-making process. I was 24 years old.
gpt
God damn I'm lucky as fuck to be alive