Chapter Eighteen

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            That's it. That's the whole story. They captured me and tried to get me to tell them everything, but I wouldn't open my mouth. I don't know what happened to the others, though I hope they're okay. I hope somehow, someway, they found their way home. I hope they saved themselves. But me, I'm writing this diary of sorts to you, half-dead, slated to be disemboweled tonight at sundown, so that you won't make the same mistakes we did. I hope you do better. I hope you bring them down once and for all. I hope you never give up, and I hope you succeed. I hope you believe every bit of the conspiracies they tell you, because they're all true. Most of all, I hope you can make America truly great again.

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