Thrive to Stay Alive
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Last published Thu, May 4, 2017
My name is Blake Grey. I thought I was a normal fifteen year old boy until I went on a road trip with my family. I discovered the hard way that no one is who they think they are not even myself. You want to hear my story? Well here it is.
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