Guns Don't Kill People...
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Contenido adultoConcluida lun, jun 18, 201221m
A dark tale surrounding a single gun with a very large silencer as it passes through sevral hands on one bloody night in a sleepy seside community..They say that guns don't kill people,people kill people.. U will find out just how true that is..
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