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Aaron Leppälä — Graduated Boyanova ● the firecracker
-"I'm a top shot with a pistol down a hallway, and I can make gunpowder from soap."
– 21:59, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
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Aaron leaned against one of the thicker trees, smoking a cigarette as he thought about the shit that had occurred in the past days, which had felt like an eternity. Within a few hours, the Maze had burned, he'd lost his fucking leg, Johanna was in a coma, and Brenna was headmistress. Basically, shit was happening everywhere he looked.
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