They Call Us The Runaways....
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Last published Tue, Mar 8, 2016
They said it was going to be the next American Civil War.... It turned out to be a secession. The Southeastern, which is now the District Of Columbia and the eastwestern, now the District Of Olympia. D.O.C ( District Of Columbia ) said it was because of Isis. D.O.O ( District Of Olympia ) said it was starvation, disease, weakness. D.O.C wanted war. D.O.O didn't. There is no NorthEastern anymore, Canada now owns it. Nobody has claimed the North. By North i mean where all the runaways are including me and my group. By me and my group I mean many of the runaway groups.
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