The Day I Died
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Última publicación mié, feb 16, 2011
My name was Reena.....it meant clean or pure, and I was both of those things in every way. Knowing that I was a clean and pure person I am not sure why I was killed. According to history books, Mr. Elmer Ashleigh, the founder of the little one person town in North Carolina, died on the same day as I did.
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