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looked at was have you seen kayleigh? dispatch, how can i help you? my daughter is missing. i had this sickening feeling. i m looking at a desperate man, anything can happen. i would ve never been able to tell my daughter, your monster, your bogeyman, we will pull up beside you instead of him coming to help you. come to harm you. inside the shed there was a green purse there s also a large rock saturated and dry blood. this is not a good sign at all. it is not. ever been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer, that s about what it feels like. she began coming to and trying to fight, she was trying to turn emergency lights on, grabbing the radio, anything she could do. because she knew, she knew. it was a saturday night, summer, and they were so happy at the bachelorette party as they laughed and danced and played their drinking games. outside in the dark, watchful waiting, hidden it s clever disguise, death cruised by. looking for one of them. all around,
the conversations, the chaos in the west wing that day. things we had never heard and things we had never seen. just a few of the new developments. testimony that trump never made a single call to law enforcement or to the pentagon. testimony that the security detail for vice president pence was calling loved ones, worried they wouldn t make it out alive. testimony that trump initially resisted using the word peace while tweeting about the riot while it was happening. audio of rioters interpreting trump s tweet in realtime seeming to suggest it gave them a green light to attack the capitol. and, quote, mike pence let me down. those were the last five words that an aide heard trump say that day before he left the west wing to go to the residence for the night. nothing about the attack according to the committee, just his grievances with mike pence. and one of the most revealing moments of the hearing, the committee showed outtakes from the speech that the former president
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