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Última publicación vie, ago 5, 2016
In August 15, 1969, a brutal series of 10 murders took place in the out backs of the Arizona Desert. These 10 Georgian residents, ages 20-27, where to never expect the true horrors that awaited them on that long stretch road. Some say it's fake, some say it did happen, but one will never now what actually happened on that fateful day.
The following is a dramatization based off the local police reports of the Arizona State Killings.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Hi my name is Chris and I am 13. Sorry if my writing kinda sucks, hopefully you guys will help me improve. I do not mind criticism so please feel free to let me know any mistakes I make whilst writing this story.
This story is 100% fictional. There was no mass killings in Arizona. Or maybe there was, how would I know?
This story may contain graphic imagery and/or inappropriate language. Readers discretion is advised.
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