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I set up a pulley at the top of the stairwell so I don't have to carry the buckets of water all the way up. I just hoist them up and tie off the end of the rope and then go up the stairs unburdened to water the plants.

Marci gave me a ride into town with half the jerky in a duffel bag. I found a bicycle I can use, a nice road bike. I met up with Abel and gave him his share of jerky.

I saw the survivors Marci met. These people really had a new kind of nothing in this community. Their bank accounts are gone and they are left with nothing but what they have in their wallets and paper money means nothing without the bank records to back it up. My bag of gold makes me outlandishly wealthy in this new world. Tomorrow I go back to start digging up the top two feet of dirt in the park down by the McDonalds so we can start a small farm.

I should put one of those two wheeled seats for two kids on the back of the bike; I could pull all kinds of stuff like a car's trunk.

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