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It was Saturday morning as I ran down the sidewalk, trying to catch the bus. The bus opened it's doors letting out warm air.
"Where to?" The driver asks.
"Powhatan Library," I say.
I sit down and soon we arrive at the library. I jump up and walk down the aisle, then down the steps.
"Oh, no!" The driver yells furiously.
"The bus broke down!" He yellled.
I suddenly hear a soft cry behind the bus stop. I walk toward it and see a little box with a baby inside. It's wearing a vest with a pack of diapers beside him.
I grab the box and walk down the sidewalk. My house isn't too far away so I head towards my house. When I arrived I called the police and let them know about the baby.
A patrol car arrives, takes pictures, and took the box. He took the baby to the Welfare Department.
I started to softly cry. I felt bad for the baby and hoped he would find a loving home.
<span>It is clear that the French society viewed the war as being one of difficulty and hardship, despite the fact that the noblemen did not have to sacrifice their lives for the cause. This was a clear portrayal of differentiation in mentality among the French society during this era.</span>
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