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My uncle believed in aliens UFOs n’ all he had boxes upon boxes of articles in the halls it was the first thing on his mind and the last thing on his breath and my mother couldn’t stand it that’s he’d never let it rest he vowed to me he’d find them that he’d become one of their own and that I shouldn’t doubt him when he used his serious tone he’s been gone for quiet some time now he left without saying jack the only thing I wonder is if he’s ever coming back
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
Uncle Doug (Day 17)
My uncle believed in aliens UFOs n’ all he had boxes upon boxes of articles in the halls it was the first thing on his mind and the last thing on his breath and my mother couldn’t stand it that’s he’d never let it rest he vowed to me he’d find them that he’d become one of their own and that I shouldn’t doubt him when he used his serious tone he’s been gone for quiet some time now he left without saying jack the only thing I wonder is if he’s ever coming back
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
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