My First Cult
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Última publicación vie, may 15, 2020
Do you ever go and accidentally join a cult?
No? Just me then.
The year is 2017. I rock up to an interview that changes my life forever.
Be prepared for a lot of ill-timed BBQ's, human clones, incorrect historical facts, awkward silences and an old woman's love affair with a stationery cupboard.
Welcome to My First Cult!
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