Revolutionary
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Last published Fri, Apr 17, 2015
We got a warning. No one else did. My friend Tommy gave me the warning, right after he did , they shot him. They would have shot me but I ran. We had a plan that was going to work, I won't tell you if it did now. I won't tell you who lived and who died on that mission, but one thing I will tell you. I personally killed the bastard that did all this, and his death was the only one that needed to happen, but he didn't care about the casualties he caused. This is how it started.
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