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Thread 🧵: At first glance, this footage looks like two buddies casually unwrapping Christmas gifts under a tree. But it’s far darker: On December 22, 1990, burglars Von Lester Taylor and Edward Deli broke into the Tiede family’s remote Utah cabin, rifled through presents, and filmed themselves with the...

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