I am not a terrorist!
- LECTURAS 28
- Votos 1
- Partes 1
This story is my first work :))
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23/4/2010
I wake up in a dark room that I've never been to and as soon as I do the door knocks and the terrorist who kicked me out cold is standing in front of me, with his face covered
This is my story. An American that has been abducted by terrorists in Iraq. I am ready to tell my story to everyone.
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