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Sep 2016
..and then the sky went black.  Hordes run from the downpour thinkin' mother nature's on the attack.  She's got your back, time to fend for hers.  You can choose the claws or the tune of the cat purr~
Written by
RyanMJenkins  29/M/MKE,WI
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