Entry number 5:

This is the District of Columbia. I think I am the "new America" the toryAmerica was talking about in the last entry. I just found this book inside the wall in my bedroom. It is weird that I do not remember writing this. I have had his memories he died since I shot him right before the revolution.

Hell with it. No one is going to read this.

I feel really, really sorry for the tory. He was trying to stay loyal to his older brother, but his people were pulledtorn away from him. No matter which angle I look at it from, or how many hours of ranting the original thirteen subject me to, I just can not see what is wrong with his actions. He just loved his big brother. That makes him better than any of us.

We are all supposed to be siblings. We are all supposed to be unified. We are all arguing constantly over pointless issues.

When I look at us fighting, I see the American Revolution again.

A small group of an empire's colonies threatening to declare independence to protect their rights.

A small group of a union's states threatening to declare independence to protect their rights.

No difference.

The tory America was better than any of us. At least he managed to stay loyal.


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