The next witness was Zoe Kestan, a former romantic partner of Biden. She testified that she met him on Dec. 17, 2017, when she worked at a strip club in midtown Manhattan and he booked her and another woman for a private dance. Biden played the music by the indie folk band Fleet Foxes on his phone — and he smoked something she assumed was crack.

“I felt really safe around him,” she said.

She saw him again a week later, and they stayed together for five days at the Soho Grand hotel. He typically smoked crack every 20 minutes, she testified, and he was “just so charming and so nice. At the time, I felt myself having feelings for him.”

They remained involved over the following months, and traveled to California in the spring of 2018. He continued using crack frequently, Kestan said.

During her testimony, prosecutors showed photos from her phone that included crack pipes. One photo showed Biden in a bathtub holding a crack pipe.

I think this user cheats in Avianos.

First, she was literally taking notes mid-match to track every move and optimize her plays. Like, come on! Planning is one thing, but keeping a notebook to calculate every outcome? That’s overkill. Turn-based games should be about skill, not math.

It gets worse. I’m pretty sure she was manipulating the AI, especially the archers! They always got perfect shots, like she was exploiting the game’s mechanics for easy wins. It felt like I was playing against a cheater, not a human.

Then, she started spamming "raze" to destroy all my buildings. I’d spend time building up, and she’d just wipe everything out, giving me no chance to recover.

But the worst? She abused Trilock to warp into my base out of nowhere, bypassing my defenses. Then she thunderstormed my birds like they were nothing. It was brutal.

Why even play if you have to cheat to win? There’s a line between strategy and straight-up cheating, and she crossed it.

Magic has always captivated me. Not the kind of magic where you pull rabbits out of hats or saw people in half—though it's charming—but the deeper, more mysterious kind. The magic that lingers in life's quiet moments, the kind that makes you feel like there’s more to the world than what we can see, touch, or explain.

As a kid, I was enamored with stories about wizards, forests, and mythical creatures. I would devour books where magic wasn’t just possible—it was real, woven into the very fabric of the world. I never stopped believing that maybe, just maybe, magic could be real if we’re open to seeing it.

Now, I’m fully aware that life is filled with hard facts, science, and reason. But why should that be all there is? I don’t need to believe in the supernatural to enjoy the feeling that life holds more than meets the eye. There’s something magical about the beauty found in this world—whether it’s watching a sun set or the mesmerizing way a tree rocks.