For Justice We Fight

For Justice We Fight

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It is the year 2045. Amanda Wenger has been chosen to lead a rebellion against the United States government. With the president rising in power, Amanda and her team worry that there is not enough time. The citizens are fighting against themselves. Who will prevail? For more info (including pictures) about the characters, go to the following website: http://gobaira-books.webs.com/books
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