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Extra Army Eyes | Red Army OC {discontinued}
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Ongoing, First published Feb 09, 2017
I wont be finishing this

{Chapters are under editing, if some part make no sense, it is because i havent finished updating them} She's been in this situation before but it's different this time. Its hard to keep herself together while she stares at the deaths of her friends but she must pull through and finish what she started.
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