Dear Diary, Today was a great day. I am down at the elevator. I am with my mom, and nobody is hauling. Except for Swartsbaugh. He is the only one hauling this morning. And that is all for today.
Love, Emily.
Backstory time: My mom used to work at a grain elevator, she weighed in semi trucks as they brought in either corn or beans to be stored in a grain bin. It was located literally ten feet from my house, so I could walk there after school, or go with her on days when I didn't have school. *Swartzbaugh is the name of one of the drivers.
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