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Yes. Camped next to a big swamp in central Florida. Heard some shit rustling out in the woods. Thought for sure there was a gator or a bear outside of my tent. Step outside, shine my light into the abyss. There he is. Brian Laundrie, standing next to a palm, furiously fucking a leather coin sack under the cover of a pale moon. I yelled out “Hunts over van fag!” He receded into the brush, leaving a trail of nuggets behind as he galloped. 2 days later they found his body. Coincidence?
