NCA Natinal Crime Agency
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As a simple murder at Thorpe park is committed it couldn't be more than your everyday murder but then the truth revels and its bigger and more secretive as ever before. please leave comments and feedback. There is a comment saying hello its me and I have forgot my password ignore it please as I now know my password
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