“Cold up. Oh, God. Taken out of her bed in the middle of…” — Morbid at 58:53
“Cold up. Oh, God. Taken out of her bed in the middle of the night and killed in a cellar. No, I genuinely can't. Like, this doesn't... It doesn't get worse. My brain can't... I can't even, like... Assuming her abductor had been known to her and lived nearby, that's what they were going off of, because... Who else…”
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