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Rocketyard

Rocketyard

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Nov 14, 2016
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It was His last day, last normal day, who knows what he could have accomplished in that last day. Now he works to get through each hour wishing he had done so many more little things on his last day (particularly hugging his mother and watching a football game with his father). With his house surrounded by them and the only way to get home is to become one of them; he decides to head northwest towards Colorado mountains he has always dreamed of, though little doesn't he know they are not what he thought. • • • • • • Btw I write short parts so it will be Five parts one chapter 2 parts will be the female main protagonist
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