Yet to be named.
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I was on tour, I don't know where, I don't know when, all I know is that I was there. Rifle in hand, walking around the compound. I stopped and talked to a few men as I turned the corner near the barracks. They were sitting down playing black jack or something. One of them turned to me and said that she was here. Who did he mean? I didn't have time to find out....
Join main characters James and Georgia as they imbark on one of their biggest missions ever. A scary thing called life.
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