I got an email not too long ago, and I'm just going to say up front.

I don't know if this story is true.

I don't know the writer.

I don't know anything about it, but it's written so well that I'm not going to read

it like I normally do the emails that I get.

I'm going to kind of read this like an audio book.

It's quite long, but it is an unbelievable story.

It's a big-foot story.

I think it's big-foot.

We'll just have to see, but it's just going to blow you away, so let's jump into it.

The writer titles the story, my brother's keeper.

I didn't know how to write this story because I'm not a writer, and I never claim to be,

but I thought this all to be told.

I'm going to say what has been happening.

I didn't know a much better way to start than from when I first had the idea to write

this down.

I had planned on keeping all of this to myself, but I was talked out of that.

This is what happened, and this is what we're doing now.

It's important for you to know that I had permission to tell this, and was given the

freedom to tell it, in the way that I thought was best.

Saturday afternoons used to be for watching old westerns on the television, but for the

last while they've been spent at the library downtown.

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