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The Angry God Vesuvius Tuesday morning was just like any other morning in the great city of Pompeii. The month of August was still sunny and hectic as the sun shone on the busy streets of Pompeii. I lived in a small apartment called an insulae, with two small rooms for my dad and me. We had the bottom floor so we could set up our stand of fruits and vegetables. “Wake up Julius. It’s time to work.” my dad said, as he threw my apron on to my tiny bed. Just like any other day, I would put on
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