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I Disappeared for 7 Years… Then My Past Found Me | Storytime Stateside
Aug 6, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories I Disappeared for 7 Years… Then My Past Found Me | Storytime Stateside I left my hometown with nothing but a packed truck and a broken heart. What I discovered years later was more than betrayal—it was a plot to erase me completely." In this gripping true-life inspired story, follow the journey of Arthur Sethim, a man who escaped a life built on lies, only to be pulled back into a web of deceit, family secrets, and a life-threatening conspiracy. From the quiet streets of a forgotten town to a dramatic showdown with his past, this story is about resilience, reinvention, and the strength it takes to fight back. 🔥 If you like stories of survival, justice, and second chances, hit that subscribe button and turn on notifications. 🧩 Inspired by true events (or fictional, if applicable). #FamilyBetrayal #EscapeAndSurvive #NarrativeDrama #NewBeginnings ➤ Watch till the end to see how one man turned the tables and rebuilt his life from the ashes.
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I remember the day I left my hometown. A
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day that felt less like a departure and
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more like an escape. It was a crisp
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autumn morning, the kind where the air
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holds the scent of dying leaves and the
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promise of a new season. My old pickup
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truck, a loyal companion through better
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years, was packed with everything I
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valued. The tools of my trade, a few
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cherished photos, and the grim
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determination to start fresh.
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I was running not from a place but from
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a betrayal so profound it had poisoned
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my very existence. The town once a
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symbol of my success and happiness had
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become a prison of painful memories. The
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only way to heal was to leave it all
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behind to become a ghost in a new town
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where no one knew my name. Hours of
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driving led me to a sleepy forgotten
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town. A place that time seemed to have
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overlooked. The air was clean. The pace
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was slow, and the locals were friendly,
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their smiles untainted by deceit.
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I found a dilapidated gas station and
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garage, a forgotten relic that had been
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on the market for years. The previous
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owner, a man eager to wash his hands of
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the money pit, accepted my lowball offer
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with surprising speed. This run-down
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property became my sanctuary, the
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foundation upon which I would rebuild
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not just a business, but my life. I
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transformed the property, a phoenix
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rising from the ashes of my past. I
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built a large retail store to serve the
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community after the local grocery store
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closed at 7:00 p.m. A move that made me
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a pillar of the town. The garage became
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a haven for those who, like me, valued
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old things and believed they could be
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fixed. My reputation grew, not just for
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my skills as a mechanic, but for my
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quiet integrity.
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In 6 and 1/2 years, I had built a new
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life, a new family, and a new identity.
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The locals, my friends, looked out for
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me. Their watchful eyes a testament to
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the trust I had earned. One Saturday
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afternoon in my favorite tavern, I was
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sipping a double shot of Jack Daniels, a
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moment of quiet contemplation after a
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long week. I had just finished restoring
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an old truck, a family heirloom that had
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been in the same family since the 1940s.
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The satisfaction of a job well done was
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a bomb to my soul. The tavern was my
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sanctuary, a place where I could be
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alone with my thoughts. Then they walked
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in. The woman, Willa's twin sister, and
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the young man, a boy I had once believed
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was my son. The sight of them was a
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punch to the gut, a reminder of the
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darkness I had fought so hard to escape.
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My long unckempt hair and beard, a
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deliberate disguise, kept them from
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recognizing me. They spoke to the
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bartender, showing him a picture, then
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left. I exhaled a breath I hadn't
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realized I was holding. Tom, the
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bartender, came to my table. "They were
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looking for you, Art," he said. The
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woman Willa is dying of cancer and wants
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to make peace.
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I ripped the filter off a cigarette and
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lit it. The sharp taste of familiar
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comfort.
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The woman is my ex-wife's twin sister, I
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said. The young man is her illegitimate
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son, a child she passed off his mind for
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years.
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Tom nodded, his expression grim. They
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were hiding something, he said. A
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perceptive observation that confirmed my
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own suspicions.
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The evil twins, as a wise family friend
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once called them, were added again. My
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mind drifted back seven years to the day
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I discovered the truth. My youngest
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child wasn't mine. He was my
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brother-in-law's son. The betrayal was
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staggering.
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A few weeks later, I discovered an
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insurance policy on my life with a
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double indemnity clause for accidental
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death.
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A wise old woman, a family friend who
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had seen Willa's true nature, had told
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me to flee. I did, taking with me
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everything I wanted for my 16-year
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marriage, a meticulously packed work
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truck that they had no idea was my
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escape pod. They thought I was a fool, a
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man mad at a joke. They didn't know I
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had filed for divorce, a legal
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masterpiece that left them with nothing
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but the house and the realization that
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their joke was on them. I had sold all
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our businesses, paid off our debts, and
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left them with a quarter of their
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assets, a bitter olive branch from a man
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they had wronged. I never spoke to Willa
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again, leaving her to work for the first
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time in her life. Now, 7 years later,
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they were back. I finished my drink and
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left through the back, a ghost once
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more. As I reached my truck, a man
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approached me. "You're a hard man to
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find, Mr. Arthur Sethim," he said.
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That's no doubt, I replied. My name is
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Peter Edwards, he said. Your oldest
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daughter, Connie, is my wife.
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The meeting was a whirlwind of
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revelations. Peter was a police officer,
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an honest man who was investigating a
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case that led him to me. He had found my
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divorce papers, the ones Willa had never
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signed, and the truth began to unravel.
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Willa wasn't dying of cancer. She was in
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a common law marriage with her former
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lawyer and expecting his second child.
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She had stolen the annuities I had set
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up for my children, and her lawsuit was
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a ploy to lure me back. I had built a
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new life, but now the past was knocking
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on my door. My wife, Jodie, a woman who
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had escaped her own terrible marriage,
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was a manager at my store. We had two
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beautiful sons, a family I never thought
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I would have. Jod's grandmother, Josie,
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the wise old woman who had warned me to
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flee, was now a welcome presence in our
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new life, keeping us informed of the
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goings on back home. My return to my old
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hometown was a calculated risk. I was a
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decoy, a pawn in a larger game. The
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lawsuit was a trap, a lure to draw me
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out so they could collect on the $2
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million accidental death insurance
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policy. Peter, a man I had come to
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trust, had a plan. I would fly back,
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rent a U-Haul, and let everyone see me.
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The news of my return would spread like
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wildfire, and Willa, in police custody
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for her crimes, would be unable to stop
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the dominoes from falling. My first stop
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was Bob and Betty's Burger Bar, my old
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haunt. The place was the same, a
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comfortable reminder of a life I had
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left behind. "Jack, the owner, my friend
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since childhood, recognized me." "You
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dumbass," he said with a grin. "You're a
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few weeks early."
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I filled him in on the plan and soon my
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sister Sasha was there. A look of shock
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and relief on her face. "They're
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planning your death, Dad," she
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whispered. The gravity of the situation
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hit us all. "My return was not a
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homecoming. It was a battle. My family,
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both old and new, was on my side. I had
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a beautiful wife, two sons, and a new
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life. I had everything to lose." As I
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walked out of the burger bar, I saw
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Willa's sister, Tammy, pulling up beside
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us. She was a ghost from a past I had
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tried to bury, a reminder of the evil I
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had escaped.
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But this time, I was ready. My new life
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had given me strength. My new family had
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given me purpose. I was no longer a
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victim. I was a warrior. I had come back
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to face my past, to protect my family,
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and to make sure the evil twins got the
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justice they so richly deserved.
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