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CU History Class
You wanted aliens/UFO’s, I give you aliens/UFO’s. Today we’ll be talking about the incident that occurred in Brazil in the 70’s. Was it UFO’s or a CIA Conspiracy?
Times are in SLT.
You wanted aliens/UFO’s, I give you aliens/UFO’s. Today we’ll be talking about the incident that occurred in Brazil in the 70’s. Was it UFO’s or a CIA Conspiracy?
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