A change of the wrong
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Complete Wed, Jan 12, 2022<5 mins
Gregory was doing what he normaly was but he then heard cracking and other noises he decided to check it out and saw vanny..and another arguing there was something behind her...gregory then tries to crawl around to get a better view but he then got stuck on something, vanny heard and walked towards gregory she then pulls out a knife and.....
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