Retail Hell: Psychic Storm 12 - Options
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The rusty station wagon bounces down the quiet, fog-strewn country road. Lori is sitting in the tattered front seat that is made of cracked leather and held together with duck tape. The console is covered with receipts and paper napkins, the backseat is full of various odds and ends including, Lori sees, several pairs of shoes. She has always pictured Grace driving a Kia or a…
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