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00:00Brace yourself for the literal terror I'm about to share with you. I don't even know if this is
00:12the place for a story like this, but I can't think of anywhere else to talk about it, and I
00:17just need to put it out there. I've told everyone under the sun about this. My family, my neighbors,
00:23my friends, random news outlets. It's never enough. I can't really explain it, but I feel
00:29some weird obligation to inform as many people as possible about what's been happening to me,
00:34so here goes. It's November of 2019 as I'm writing this. The story goes way back. I'm talking like
00:41seven years plus. I can't tell you the exact year off the top of my head, but let's just say 2012.
00:48It might have been 2013, but that's my best guess. I was in my mid-20s with a stable job and girlfriend
00:54who is now my fiancé. I never went to college, so I had been in the workforce for a while and it was
01:00unlikely that my life would ever experience any drastic change. Because of that, there was no
01:05reason for me to move far away from home, so I didn't. At that age, my girlfriend and I had just
01:11moved into my childhood home that my parents so graciously passed on to me as my first house.
01:16It's an extremely old brick house that my dad had actually inherited from his parents when he was
01:20around 40, so I'd be keeping it in the family. The house itself has seen a few rounds of renovations,
01:27but you can still tell it's old. It's the brick that gives it away. There are very few brick houses
01:33in our area, so it sticks out like a sore thumb. I kind of like that though, it feels special.
01:39Speaking of our area, we live in a very woodsy neighborhood, so the houses are spaced pretty far
01:44apart. Our house is also the last lot on our street, so instead of bordering the woods on just one
01:50side, we border it on two. The woods back there is massive, and I mean massive. As a kid, my brothers
01:58and I would often go exploring in there, but no amount of aimless wandering ever got us even close
02:03to charting the whole thing. I'm sure some people would find that intimidating, but I've always
02:07enjoyed the wilderness, so it wasn't a big deal to me. Plus, I'm a guy who likes keeping myself,
02:13always have, so being isolated in my own little corner of the earth was appealing.
02:17Anyway, my girlfriend and I had been living there for a few months when all this started happening.
02:24It was sometime in the winter. I can't remember the exact month. All I know is that there was snow
02:28on the ground. It was sometime after 8 in the morning on a Sunday, the one day a week I got
02:34to sleep in. As I was getting in my pickup truck to treat myself to a coffee like I do every Sunday
02:40morning, I noticed something odd. In the driveway, right next to my car, there was what looked like a
02:46trail of footprints in the snow. My first thought was that my girlfriend had somehow woken up before
02:52me without me hearing her, and she came out to the driveway for whatever reason. But the more I
02:57looked around, the more I realized that was impossible. The path led across my front yard
03:02and through the hole in our side yard fence, meaning the footprints had originated from somewhere in the
03:07woods. On top of that, the trail didn't lead anywhere near our house, meaning they couldn't have been
03:13created by my girlfriend. I remember standing there, confused as hell. The trail didn't lead
03:19around our house or up to any of the windows, just the driver's side door of my car. That meant someone
03:25had walked directly from the woods to my car, only to immediately turn around and walk straight back
03:30into the woods. It was bizarre. I ended up asking my girlfriend about it later that day, but she
03:36obviously wasn't responsible for it. I wish I could give you more details about that first instance,
03:41but it was so long ago that that's about as much as I remember. It must have been at least two
03:47winters after that when the next thing happened. I specifically remember it being 2015, because that
03:53was the year my Seahawks lost the Super Bowl to Tom Brady. I woke up that morning and walked to my car.
03:59I think it was a weekday, but I'm not positive. As soon as I stepped outside, I instantly knew
04:05something was very, very wrong. There were footprints everywhere. I'm talking in the driveway near all
04:12the windows around the perimeter of the house. The yard was completely covered in them. I'm a
04:18pretty level-headed guy, so I'm not going to say I started panicking, but I'd be lying if I said I
04:23was completely calm in that moment. I was already late for work, so I didn't have time to inspect the
04:29prints very closely, but I didn't want to leave my girlfriend in a potentially dangerous situation.
04:34I quickly ran around the house and yard to make sure no one was lurking on the property,
04:39but that was about all I could do in the limited time I had. As I was pulling out of the driveway,
04:44I texted my girlfriend about the situation so she wouldn't freak out. I ended up leaving work early
04:50that day, mostly because the situation was stuck on my mind. By the time I got home, my girlfriend
04:56had made some shocking discoveries. As soon as I pulled up, she beckoned me into the yard and
05:02pointed at one of the trails, saying it had been bothering her all day. At first, I was confused,
05:08but then I realized what she was talking about. None of the footprints had left any shoe marks.
05:14I felt like an idiot for not picking up on it sooner. Whoever had left the footprints had been
05:19walking around in their bare feet. I was at a loss for words. Who the hell would walk around barefoot
05:25in freezing cold temperatures? My girlfriend suggested that maybe it was some kind of animal,
05:31but the prints genuinely looked like two human feet. We went inside and called my dad, but he
05:37said he'd never experienced anything like that in all of his years of living in that house.
05:41He told me to grab my rifle and try tracking down whoever had left the footprints.
05:45I really didn't want to, but I knew this kind of thing was my responsibility.
05:50My girlfriend wanted to call the police, but I knew that would be a waste of time.
05:54We had no evidence that a crime was committed, and I didn't think trespassing would warrant a search.
06:00I told her I'd call the police if I found something in the woods, and she agreed.
06:05Like I said before, that woods is its own world, so I told myself I'd turn back as soon as the sun
06:10started going down. I slung my rifle over my shoulder and headed out. I must have been following
06:16the trail for like 30 minutes when I noticed something really strange. Seemingly out of nowhere,
06:22the trail split into two diverging paths. I didn't know which one to follow. Hell, I didn't even know
06:28that was possible. I thought maybe whoever had left the trail had doubled back to confuse me,
06:34but then a scarier thought hit me. Was there more than one person out there?
06:39I was under the impression that I had been tracking one person this whole time.
06:43The possibility of multiple people had never even occurred to me.
06:46That was enough to shake me up though. I wasn't fully comfortable knowing I could be outnumbered
06:51out there. I stood there a little while longer before deciding to turn around. It was getting
06:57dark anyway. As I was walking back, I couldn't help but think about those footprints. I felt like
07:04I would have noticed if two people were trying to walk in the same footprints. There's no way the
07:08person in the back could have done it without messing up at least once. And then I thought that maybe
07:13someone had walked backwards from deeper in the woods to make it look like there had been two
07:17people there the whole time. And then obviously there was the possibility that it was just one
07:22person who doubled back on himself. Maybe someone had been carrying another person on his back and
07:27just got tired. I really didn't know which explanation was the most disturbing. We did end up calling the
07:33police that night, but as I predicted, they told us there wasn't much they could do without
07:38definitive evidence of a crime. I told my girlfriend I was going into the woods again the next morning.
07:43But it snowed pretty heavily that night, so there were no prints to follow anymore.
07:48My girlfriend was obviously terrified, but there was literally nothing we could do.
07:53Luckily, that was the last thing that happened that winter. In fact, nothing happened for a few
07:57years after that. I would go as far as to say we had forgotten about the whole thing.
08:02A lot had happened since then. My girlfriend and I got engaged in that time frame, and we were
08:07focusing on other things. I wouldn't be writing this if the story ended there though. What I'm
08:13about to tell you happened less than a year ago. It was just after the new year, so January of this
08:19year. One random morning, I woke up to footprints all over my property. Just like that, all the
08:26memories came flooding back. My fiancé actually broke down in our bedroom, asking me if we'd ever
08:31escape this nightmare. I didn't know what to tell her. It was actually worse this time. There were
08:37footprints leading to my shed, and a bunch of tools were missing. God knows what else those people had
08:42done. I was furious. I called up my friend Theo, explained the situation, and asked him if he'd help
08:49me. He's a big wilderness guy, and a much more experienced hunter than I am, which is part of the
08:55reason I asked him for help. He agreed and drove over to my place a few hours later. My fiancé was
09:01worried sick, but I promised her that Theo and I would be able to handle ourselves. We dressed for
09:06the cold and geared up, knowing we might be out there for hours. The reason I wasn't worried about
09:12the darkness this time around was because Theo had this really expensive thermal scope for his AR-10,
09:18which would allow us to see in low visibility. I never spent that much money on hunting equipment,
09:23so I'd still be blind, but it was definitely comforting knowing at least one of us would be
09:27able to see. I won't sugarcoat it. I was pretty scared by the time we headed out. At first, Theo
09:34and I talked as we walked, but after 45 minutes, we were mostly silent. It's like the seriousness of
09:41the situation hit us both at the same time. I remember praying to God that I hadn't dragged Theo
09:46into some horrible situation. I'm not sure how long we walked after that, but eventually,
09:52the tracks once again split into two sets of footprints. We followed the one on the left
09:57for a few minutes, but at one point, the trail just stopped abruptly. We retraced our steps back
10:03to the split, and Theo made a comment about whoever left the tracks really didn't want to be followed.
10:09I didn't want to think about it, so we just kept following the footprints in silence.
10:14I'm not kidding you. There were at least three other dead ends that forced us to retrace our steps,
10:19wasting valuable daylight. I remember thinking how remarkable it was that someone could walk
10:24backwards so perfectly that a trail of footprints didn't look like it had been stepped on multiple
10:28times. I'm telling you, it wasn't normal. The one upside, which Theo pointed out to me,
10:34was the dead ends likely meant we were tracking just one person. Eventually, it started getting dark.
10:41We were really deep in the woods at that point. I didn't recognize my surroundings at all.
10:45The trail of footprints didn't diverge for a long time after that. Theo said whoever we were tracking
10:52had probably given up trying to make dead ends. Another five minutes or so passed, and the footprints
10:57started getting noticeably deeper. We were getting closer. At one point, another set of footprints
11:04appeared right alongside the original. Theo cursed and whispered that he had been wrong,
11:09and that we were probably tracking two people. The sun was basically all the way down now,
11:15so Theo was checking his scope every so often. The snow gave me some visibility, but I'll be honest,
11:21I probably would have turned around had it not been for Theo's scope. We were walking in complete
11:27silence. Out of nowhere, I felt Theo's arm reach against my chest, motioning me to stop. I looked at him,
11:35and he was looking straight ahead through his scope. I couldn't see what he was looking at,
11:40so I just kept looking at him. It looked like he was holding his breath. I had never seen him so
11:45still. After a good twenty seconds, he slowly made his way over to the nearest tree and crouched down.
11:52I followed suit, not even questioning why. He looked through his scope again, and I could see his
11:58hand begin to tremble slightly. Another twenty seconds of complete silence. I was dying of suspense,
12:06so I lightly tapped his shoulder. He lowered his rifle and silently handed it to me. I looked through
12:12the scope, and had to fight back a scream. There were four figures huddled in the snow.
12:19At first I thought they were bears, but I quickly realized they weren't. They were human beings.
12:25Two of them were large and hunched over, and the other two were smaller. The smaller ones were
12:31clinging to a nearby tree, wildly jerking their heads around. They were eating something.
12:37I couldn't make out faces or details, thermal scopes don't give you that, but I could see
12:42enough to know they were naked. It was the most terrifying thing I have ever seen with my own
12:47two eyes. Eventually, the larger ones picked up the smaller ones from off the tree and placed them
12:53on their shoulders. They then began walking deeper into the woods. Theo and I sat under that tree for
13:00what felt like an hour. We didn't dare move until we were positive that there was no way those things
13:06could hear us. By the time we got back to the house, hours later, I was surprised to find my
13:11fiancee was still awake. She told me she couldn't sleep knowing I was out there, and asked what we
13:17found. I told her in as minimal detail as possible, but she was still horrified. We called the police
13:24that night, who told us they'd search the woods the first thing the next morning. Theo agreed to
13:29stay the night so the two of us could assist the police in their search. The next morning, the police
13:34searched the woods with our help, but called it off after a few hours due to the partly covered up
13:39footprints. My fiancee demanded that they keep searching, but they said they couldn't sanction a huge
13:44search over some missing tools. I don't blame them, but it didn't feel like closure. Theo and I knew
13:50what we saw. Winter is fast approaching, and both my fiancee and I are worried those people are going
13:56to come back again. We're seriously considering moving, but haven't been able to get the ball
14:01rolling on that. I don't really know what to think. Like I said earlier, I've told everyone I can about
14:06what's been happening to us. It's literally been going on for years. None of my neighbors have ever
14:12experienced anything like this, which doesn't make sense to me. I don't know why my house is getting
14:18targeted or what those people even want. Some of my friends think they're harmless, but other people
14:23tell me I'm in grave danger. I think I'm going to try and seal off my yard from the woods, but I don't
14:29know what else to do besides that. Hopefully we can move out soon.
14:42Last summer, I decided to tackle a major section of the Pacific Crest Trail. I've always loved hiking,
14:49especially solo trips. My plan was simple. Park my car at the end of the section, hitch a ride to
14:56the trailhead, and hike back over the course of a little more than a week and a half. It sounded
15:01straightforward enough at the time. The first few days went smoothly, about how I expected. The trail
15:07was everything I'd hoped it would be. Endless stretches of towering trees and winding paths
15:12cutting through serene landscapes. I'm in pretty good shape, so I don't have to stop very frequently
15:18when I'm hiking. I'm obviously not going to hike in the dark, though, so every night I had to pitch
15:23a tent to get some shut-eye. I've always preferred to keep a low profile, especially since solo hikers
15:29can attract attention. Because of that, I'd venture a little off the trail to set up my camp each night.
15:35I figured it was better that way, minimize the chance of a stranger stumbling across my campsite.
15:42Up until the third night, everything was perfectly fine, but what I'm about to tell you is the reason
15:48why I'm taking an extended break from hiking, or any kind of wilderness exploration for that matter.
15:53I woke up in the middle of the night with this odd sense that something was wrong. It was the kind of gut feeling
15:59you can't explain, but you know better than to ignore. I looked around my tent. Everything seemed normal
16:06inside, so I decided to have a look around the campsite. I drew my rifle, grabbed a flashlight, and unzipped the
16:13tent. There was no one out there. No one that I could see, at least. I returned to my tent and started checking
16:20my pack. That's when I realized my wallet was gone. At first, I thought I'd just misplaced it, maybe left
16:27it outside the tent, or buried it somewhere in my gear. But after tearing through everything, it was
16:32clear someone had taken it. My personal information, cash, credit cards, all of it. How was that even
16:38possible, though? Had someone broken into my tent just to steal that one thing and leave? It was unlikely,
16:45but randomly misplacing it was very uncharacteristic of me. I came to terms with the unfortunate
16:51conclusion that I had probably lost it myself. Things only got worse from there, though.
16:58Over the course of the next few days, I started to notice more things missing. Small items,
17:03seemingly random things. One of my lighters, my Swiss army knife, a few energy bars. I knew I wasn't just
17:10misplacing everything. Someone was stealing my belongings. Part of me didn't want to believe it,
17:16but by the fourth day, it was undeniable. I was being stalked. There wasn't any cell coverage on
17:23that part of the trail, so it wasn't like I could alert someone about my situation.
17:28I remember contemplating turning back, but I'd only be saving myself a couple of days at best.
17:34There was no way I'd be able to hike either direction without sleeping, but I didn't feel
17:38comfortable pitching a tent in those woods with someone literally stalking me. It was a lose-lose
17:43situation. I remained calm and told myself there was a reason I had brought my rifle out there.
17:49And then it dawned on me. Why hadn't that person stolen my gun? It's almost as if they were
17:54deliberately messing with me. That night, I tied my tent shut from the inside, hoping that would keep
18:00them out should they return. I tried to stay up for as long as possible, but I eventually fell
18:06asleep from pure exhaustion. My plan worked, though, because when I woke up the next morning,
18:11there was no sign that anyone had been in my tent. By then, the paranoia had set in fully, though.
18:17The solitude was getting to my brain, and every second of hiking was agonizing.
18:22I don't have anxiety, nor have I ever had it, but let me tell you I have never felt worse in my life
18:28than I did over the next few days. Just imagine being in my position. No options but to continue
18:33hiking despite knowing someone's lurking not far behind. The anxiety was perpetual,
18:39and I was unraveling. I can't explain why or how, but my mind started playing tricks on me.
18:45A rustling in the bushes turned out to be nothing. A shadow flickering at the edge of my vision
18:50vanished the moment I turned my head. The hallucinations got worse. I can't remember most
18:56of them specifically, but the one that sticks out the most is this. As I was walking, I felt myself step
19:03into an ankle-deep puddle of water that almost caused me to trip. I literally heard the splash
19:08and felt the cold water soaking my sock, but when I looked down, the ground was completely dry.
19:14I stood there in complete shock. It felt so real. I had no choice but to continue down the trail.
19:21As bad as the days were, the nights were always worse. I tied my tent shut and slept next to my rifle,
19:28but nothing made the anxiety go away. At one point, I had to splash cold water on my face
19:35to calm myself down. The hallucinations mostly subsided after that. I'm not sure what I would
19:40have done if they had continued. The next night, I woke up to the sound of footsteps walking around
19:46my campsite. I quietly grabbed my rifle, preparing to confront whoever was there, but my body was frozen
19:52in fear. Eventually, the footsteps faded into the woods, but there was no way in hell I was going
19:59to sleep after that. As soon as the sun came up, I packed up camp in a frenzy, my hands shaking so
20:05badly I could barely tie my gear. I couldn't stay out there another night. I was so close, probably a
20:13day and a quarter's hike away from my car, maybe less if I moved quickly. I decided that I wouldn't be
20:19stopping to sleep that night, that I'd pushed through the night to get off the godforsaken trail
20:23as quickly as possible. I hiked for hours, as quickly as my body would let me go. When the sun
20:30started to set, I gritted my teeth and continued instead of pulling off to pitch my tent. By the
20:35time it was pitch black out, I was so close, probably two hours away at most. I kept walking, flashlight in
20:44one hand, rifle in the other. I started second guessing my decision. I had never hiked in the
20:50darkness before, and I was not prepared for how difficult it was. That in and of itself was scary
20:56enough. I kept going, trying to keep my breathing steady. About an hour passed, I was getting closer,
21:05and then I heard it. Somewhere behind me, I was sure I heard footsteps.
21:11I spun around and flashed my light, and to my horror, I saw something slink behind a tree.
21:17The adrenaline took over, and I aimed my rifle at the tree. I demanded that they come out in a loud
21:22voice. The figure stepped forward. It was definitely a human, but when I tell you it was the most
21:29barbaric-looking thing I'd ever seen, I'm not exaggerating. Words cannot describe what I was
21:35looking at. He was wearing nothing but a pair of my shorts, which I hadn't even realized were missing.
21:41His skin was scratched up in several different places, and his face was covered in hair. He
21:47started walking towards me, even though I had my rifle aimed at him. Before I could think,
21:52I tapped off a warning round next to him. He jumped at the sound and instantly retreated,
21:57sprinting back into the woods. I was in shock. Without wasting another second, I turned around and went as
22:04fast as I could. By the time I made it out of the woods, I locked my car doors and called the police.
22:11When they finally showed up, they told me that I shouldn't stick around.
22:14I didn't need to be told twice. I was out of there that night.
22:19The craziest part of the whole thing in my opinion was the hallucinations. I didn't think such
22:24vivid hallucinations were even possible. It's going to be a long time before I go hiking again,
22:29and I can confidently say that when I do, I won't be alone. I would advise anyone planning on hiking
22:35the Pacific Crest Trail to be extremely cautious and carry a firearm. This experience is something
22:41I still think about often. I apologize in advance if I mess up any details about the story I'm about
22:56to tell. This is something that my best friend told me multiple times several years ago now.
23:02It's one of those stories so unsettling you can't shake it even after hearing it more than once.
23:07My friend's dad was a logger, specifically a tree saw operator. For those who don't know,
23:13a tree saw is a massive machine capable of cutting down giant trees and slicing them to specific
23:18lengths. His job met long, grueling hours, often alone in the deep, secluded forests of the Pacific
23:24Northwest. The way his logging crew worked, he was paid based on the number of trees he cut down
23:30rather than the hours he worked, so he would often push himself to work 16-20 hour days to finish
23:36jobs as quickly as possible. After he and his co-worker finished their part, the rest of the
23:41crew would come in to clear the felled trees and transport them to the mill. While he spent about
23:46half of his time working alone, the other half was spent with his friend Griffin, another tree saw
23:51operator. They used radios to communicate, especially when they worked on opposite ends of the same job
23:57site. A number of years ago, my friend's dad and Griffin were assigned to a remote job site high up
24:02on a mountain. It took the company over three weeks just to clear a road wide enough for their
24:07trucks and equipment to make it to the site. By the time they began work, they were positioned in an
24:13extremely desolate part of the mountain. They were already ten days in, making good progress,
24:18when they started hearing strange chatter over their radios.
24:23At first the voices were muffled, just faint, static-laden murmurs that didn't make sense.
24:28They tried switching channels, but no matter what they did, the chatter followed them.
24:34Anyone who's used a standard radio knows how strange that is. It should be impossible for
24:39anyone to follow you when you're switching channels. As they progressed farther up the mountain,
24:44the voices became more distinct. They couldn't hear full conversations, but based on what they
24:49could hear, they both agreed that the tone of the conversation fragments felt… off. My friend's
24:55dad said it sounded almost casual at times, but the content was unintelligible. They also started
25:01finding strange signs that people had been there before them. Random containers, footprints in the
25:06dirt, and small makeshift campsites. Like I said before, they were in a place so remote it was
25:12practically inaccessible, so these discoveries were deeply unsettling. No one should have been up there.
25:19One day, Griffin came across a tent hidden just off a trail and called my friend's dad over.
25:24They decided to investigate. Inside, they found a single sleeping bag and a duffel bag filled with
25:30the most disturbing things imaginable. Multiple pairs of children's underwear, duct tape, rope,
25:36and crude sketches of children being molested. There were even photos of a fresh apple indicating
25:42whoever owned it had been there recently. Griffin wanted to pack up and leave immediately. My friend's
25:48dad, ever the workaholic, insisted they finish the job. They agreed to limit radio communication to
25:54emergencies only and decided to keep working. That night, they sat in the camper, unable to shake the
26:01dread that hung over them. The radio crackled to life again, and this time, they could make out
26:07snippets of a conversation between two men. They were talking about mundane things, collecting water and
26:13firewood. But the realization that these men were likely connected to the tent freaked my friend's
26:18dad out. Griffin wasn't as phased, but my friend's dad was losing it. The next night, my friend's dad
26:24decided to confront them. When he heard the men talking about gathering bush for a fire, he grabbed
26:29the radio and demanded to know who they were and what they were doing there. The radio went silent
26:34immediately, and the men didn't respond. That silence was almost more unnerving than the chatter.
26:40Griffin was upset that my friend's dad had announced their presence, and the two of them got into a
26:45brief argument before deciding they'd escalate the situation the next day. Around midnight,
26:50Griffin shook my friend's dad awake, whispering that someone was outside the camper. The first thing he
26:56noticed was the soft sound of footsteps crunching on the gravel outside. Heart pounding, he fumbled for
27:02his gun, only to realize it wasn't loaded. He had no idea where his ammunition was. Griffin was unarmed,
27:10and the idea of calling the police was laughable given their location. They both sat frozen as they
27:15heard the camper door handle jiggle. The door creaked open, but didn't fully swing inward. Their camper was
27:23high off the ground, and there was no ladder or stool to climb up. Then came the scratching. Long,
27:30deliberate scratches along the outside of the door. Four agonizing minutes passed.
27:36Finally, my friend's dad nodded at Griffin, signaling he was going to check it out. He moved
27:42quietly toward the door, gripping a flashlight in his shaking hand. Just as he reached the door,
27:47it burst open, and he was struck across the face with a knife. His pain was blinding. He fell out of the
27:54camper, hitting the ground hard. Before he could recover, a man was on top of him,
27:58pressing the knife against his neck. Another man appeared, kicking him repeatedly in the head.
28:04Griffin, without hesitation, leapt out of the camper and tackled the man with a knife.
28:09The second man bolted into the darkness, and the one Griffin had tackled scrambled to his feet and
28:14followed. They disappeared into the forest. Griffin helped my dad's friend back into the truck,
28:19and they drove two hours to the nearest hospital. It was bad. His face was a bloody mess, and there
28:26was a cut across his eye so severe it permanently damaged his vision. They reported the attack to
28:31the police, but nothing came of it. Two weeks later, as the rest of the logging crew finished the job,
28:37one of their co-workers was found bound, gagged, raped, and murdered in a ditch. No arrests were ever
28:44made. To this day, my friend's dad struggles with PTSD. His right eye, with its defigured pupil,
28:51constantly reminds him of that night. I'm sure he hasn't had a full night of restful sleep since.
28:57I've been terrified of deep woods for a long time now, mostly because of my friend's dad's experience.
29:03I haven't heard from my friend or his dad in years now, so I can only hope he's doing alright.
29:14his hand in the strides move up a lot of settings.
29:18My friend.
29:19He took its time back to his school and my friend and wife.
29:23I have visited him because he was always feelingakkai with himself.
29:28One of his wildest cards must have been replaced in the east of 2017 F riots after their
29:31majorLetter earth will see if he can give him an assist to him because of his friends talking.
29:36And for another reason, I don't know, it's asleep at his Read combat but that should stay
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