"MISSING" - By The Murderous & Mysterious Author
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- Votos 42
- Partes 23
Concluida mié, abr 17, 201955m
A 18 year old Man Named Brandon Allen lived alone in a Decent size 1- story home in Milton WV. He was a very Nice Young Man who Owned Exactly 2 Vehicles a 1996 Chevrolet Astro, and a 1989 Ford F-150 XLT Lariat. Now you may be wondering, "What do Vehicles have to do with the story?" you will Find out once you read it!
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