I died on January 23rd, 1795. After the war, I was called a hero back in my hometown, people appreciated me. They also named me the State's attorney general in 1782. I was named President three times (1786, 1787, 1789). I wasn't too healthy but i still did my job, at age 54 I was too sick to walk. I later died at my home in Durham. Before i died, i began to wonder about my life, about how everything I did was saving my nation. I wanted to live for a long time but when I got sick I realised that it's the end.
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I like that you told this still in the first person. You have a nice way of narrating the posts that help to tell a cohesive story.
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