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<big style="font-size: 26px">New Video Proves Hitler Is Still Alive</big>
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<td> Over 70 years ago, <a href="http://www.betterfslein.com/3b38IG63Meb6gmcb5wktWOUFikhvOMUlzsOiqhkrOzhkr45b/degraded-winners">this video was made </a> that was never intended to be released. <br /> <br /><a href="http://www.betterfslein.com/3b38IG63Meb6gmcb5wktWOUFikhvOMUlzsOiqhkrOzhkr45b/degraded-winners"> It proves everything</a><br /><br /> What was said in these recordings was just released today for the very first time and they will surprise you. <br /> <br />
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t her father, its that womanhis wife, Olga declared. <br /> 98 VIII ELIZABETH AT HOME In a tiny hall bedroom in one of the small brick houses that cover many blocks in certain sections of Washington, Elizabeth Page was standing a week later, trying to screw up her courage to a deed of daring; and because it was for herself it seemed almost impossible for her to do it. With her white face, her anxious eyes, and trembling hands, she seemed again the Poor Thing who had shrunk from every one those first days at the campevery one but Olga. Three times Elizabeth started</button> </big>
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