World War 3
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I Lost My Brother To The British In The War. My Name Is Maxxis But My Nickname Is Max. I Am 21 Years Old I Have A Girlfriend Named Florence. My Brothers Name Is Javaris. This Story Goes Back To World War 1 When My Grandpa Peter Kevin Jones Died At The 3rd Year Of The War. He Kept A Diary That I Found About How To Run Across The Field Dodge Bullets And Kill People. And For 97 Years It Lead Up To This World War 3 You'll Never Go Back!
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