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Starla Ellis was on Oceanic flight 815 when it got 1,000 miles off course and crashed on a mysterious tropical island. She does not remember why she was on the plane or who she is . she only remembers her name. Each person possesses a shocking secret ,but what is Starla's secret if she can not remember?
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