GREENHOUSE
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Ongoing11m
Last published Sun, Nov 29, 2015
The poor live their lives each day...
trying to make ends meet...
When the government is behind your murder...
How can you save yourself?
(This is not my story, the original story is made by CD5Productions and i'm just sharpening it up nd making it a bit better).
Non of the buildings in this story are real, all of them are made up.
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