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to believe me but they turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to my pleas. The entity had disappeared leaving me with no proof and looking crazy. I was taken to the police station where I was neglected until a heavy-set man with “FBI” in bright yellow letters across the back of his jacket approached me and told me, “Come with me. We have an investigation to start.”

I looked up at his roughly shaven face in disbelief, “You believe me?”

“I do. Now I won’t repeat myself, we have work to do.”

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by Madelyn Low ’22

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