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Last published Thu, Apr 16, 2020
Being an orphan living in the streets is not an easy task especially with all the evil going on in the world at the moment. It is like a murder apocalypse. Since Mr. Gregory Wilson the current or should I say ex-mayor of this city decided it was a good idea to copy the purge movie. Well, let's just say he got lynched first.
When this all began, I wanted to participate and get revenge on my family members who had kicked me out to fend for myself... and I did. But the hard thing is that i had managed to start a successful million dollar business and this purge is targeting the higher class people but luckily i had just begun and i am under their radar and for all those people wondering who i got my revenge on and how I did or did not survive the purge- well lets just say you are going to read and find out.
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