Apparently my cousin is up here as the lead rescue member on behalf of US Govt (he's a big shot forest firefighter in Oregon whose crew travels the states) helping out with the recovery at the landslide up north. My mom has been calling/texting him everyday to talk so he can get things off his mind and feelings out or whatever because I guess shit is beyond gruesome out there. They keep finding body parts and putting them in ziplock sized lunch bags all the time but they have to have a certain amount from a certain area for them to constitute it as possibly being a whole person
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