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Defiance

chattysthoughts

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Reads 627
Votes 38
Parts 16
Time 2h 5m

chattysthoughts

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There are the few things you need to know about me:-
1. My name is Michael Samuels
2. I am 17 years old
3. I am a serial killer
and lastly
4. I died hanging from a chandelierAll Rights Reserved

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