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I grew up in a very small town It's was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone and there were no strangers, because all these same families had lived there for at least four or five generations. It was in many ways an idyllic farming community. But it had its problems. For example a family could fall that fell into ruin may never get out. The sins of one person were remembered and applied to their descendants long after the sinner was in their grave and past remembering. I remember the labels attached to each of us at a very young age. These were the "wealthy" (Looking back what was considered wealth in that area was laughable) families so...
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