TO HELL AND BACK.
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Ongoing5m
Last published Fri, Feb 3, 2017
The funny thing about weapons is that no one will listen to you unless you have a gun to their head. Do I have a license for said weapon? No. But will it help me fix the damage that's been done to my city? Maybe fighting fire with fire is the key.
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