In the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.
I skipped the thirty-one years between 1938 and 1965 and jumped to the section entitled __unitaki Today._ Of course, the book__ __oday_ being 1970, it was hardly today__ __oday._ Still, writing the history of one town obviously imposed the necessity of bringing it up to a __oday._ And even if such a today soon ceases to be today, no one can deny that it is in fact a today. For if a today ceased to be today, history could not exist as history.
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I skipped the thirty-one years between 1938 and 1965 and jumped to the section entitled __unitaki Today._ Of course, the book__ __oday_ being 1970, it was hardly today__ __oday._ Still, writing the history of one town obviously imposed the necessity of bringing it up to a __oday._ And even if such a today soon ceases to be today, no one can deny that it is in fact a today. For if a today ceased to be today, history could not exist as history.
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