The Depression Of Our Generation
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WARNING!!! Strong language, cursing and smut! This story is about Slayer, a 17 year old girl riding the rails of what's left of the Utopia she once knew. After the nuclear war ended just two months before the story begins. Almost everything was destroyed. Slayer goes on to meet a boy like her named Blaine. This isn't a love story! But could one person really have a great impact on your life? Find out as Blaine and Slayer ride the rails and avoid obstacles of the depression of OUR generation.
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