Unnamed Story.
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Đăng tải lần cuối CN, thg 3 6, 2016
This is a little excerpt of a potential idea of mine. If you have time, tell me if you'd be interested in me expanding and eventually turning this into a book.
Thank you. (It would be Science Fiction)
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