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bleeding someone help me.

bleeding someone help me.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Oct 30, 2016
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Paranormal
Justin's mother died to save him in the house fire,that his older brother drake had started to get ride of him for taking all the attention from him that his mother now gave Justin. there father away on pack business, drake thought that his mother was away with there father when he started the fire to kill Justin. as he waited out side he saw his father drive up and see his house ablaze and asked where his wife and other son were and drake looked up in shock and said he thought she was with him and he didn't know where Justin was. they look back to the house as it explodes and they wait for the flames to go down with scared hearts as they wait. when they are down enough to get through they venture into the burned house to the shelter in the kitchen closet to see if they were there but they found there mother and wife's clothes and some burned skellingtin resting up against the door to the shelter as they moved the remains away they found a burnt and unconscious Justin laying there.
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