PART TWO!

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Mars was trashed. Ithad bombshells that destroyed the buildings. Dead bodies lay lifeless on the rubble.  Someone put there hand around my mouth and gripped my mouth and hit me on the head with a stick. The powerful blow knocked me out. I woke up in a weird place I found out I was in Marco Desoto death camp everyone was beaten or hungry. I see my brother I run and hug him.

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