The Untold Story of Mr Bean
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Complete Sat, Nov 28, 2015<5 mins
Mr Bean's Doppelgänger is on the loose! He is a serial killer! Will anyone be able to find him?
This may be really weird but this is actually inspired by a dream from when I was Four or Five. Yes. I still remember it. It is probably the weirdest, most scariest dream I have ever had.
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