Eliza and Her Team
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Last published Sun, Mar 5, 2017
This is a story I came up with 2 years ago after a dream I had on a car ride. Enjoy.
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Warning for if you do not like Foul language, Unnecessary deaths, torture, or violence of any shape or form.
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