Justin Alcala

The man with the most guns survives the zombie apocalypse, but the man with the most books, locks the door and forgets it ever happened.

The man with the most guns survives the zombie apocalypse, but the man with the most books, locks the door and forgets it ever happened.

– Justin Alcala –

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