doorway to hell

kennyd1969

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kennyd1969

I'm not a very good writer compared to alot of stories I've read. I write from the spur of the moment. 
I die and have three doors to choose from to live out my eternity.All Rights Reserved

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doorway to hell
Wed, Sep 9, 2015

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doorway to hell
Wed, Sep 9, 2015

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