Black Butterflies
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MatureComplete Fri, Aug 4, 201711m
{Eric reads an interesting news headline in the paper about an abandoned church. Little did he know this church had something that could ruin him}
[I got an A- for this story i wrote in 45 minutes in an english class a year back, so i guess its okay. So read it if you wanna]
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