WALMART: ISLE 19
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Last published Sun, May 10, 2015
Nobody written a horror/comedy before, until now,
I hope you enjoy Walmart: Isle 19.
This short story is dedicated to Taylor, Elyssa, Jessica, Skylar, and Kyla.
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