The Watchers
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Concluida jue, jun 18, 201512m
It is said that those things come here to Earth to observe us. Sometimes people would claim that either a loved one or even themselves have been taken by them in order to be examined. But do people believe them? And if so, then why don't they believe me? Will there be anyone out there who believes in my words, no matter how unreal it may sound?
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