it was 1 or 2 in the morning and we (the "B&E team, as Josh's mom refered to us as) went to take a few pictures of Teresa Bank's trailor at Fat Trout. Beloved Bryan went up to the door and whispered "i'm going to try the door" which was followed by a creek and a "it's open".
we didn't break... we just entered. and it was worth it.
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