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Exhibit C. It's truly criminal.

Hello! Welcome to the mini-sum of my favorite murder. We read you your hometown murders and

stuff that's happened near your house. To you, near you, around you, to your grandparents,

yeah, upside down from you, whatever it is. If you're in Cirque du Soleil, we want to hear about it.

Yeah. And Jay are fucking incredible assistant picked out the most, I mean, I can't,

there's so many good ones. It's, it's a plethora of riches over here at the old exactly right

studios. That's right. Ding ding. Let us tell you them. I go first. Sure. This just the subject line

is regular old hometown. Oh great. Nice. The RMFM crew. My hometown murder is from Westchester,

Virginia. It is a small town known for their annual Apple Blossom Festival and not much else.

Our story begins in my son's kindergarten class. My son had made his first best friend James,

and James invited him to a birthday party at his house. I brought him to the party along with

four other parents. James is a wonderful kid, but his family members were a little less than

savory. His mother Lisa had removed the screen from the front door so she could hang out the

door frame and smoke instead of going all the way out. Oh, like one of those double half-split

doors. Yeah, she turned it into like a Mr. Ed Horstor, but for smoking. It's kind of brilliant.

That's epic. That's like a fucking 80s mom right there. For real, because she's being

considerate and not getting that smoke into the pancakes as she makes them.

Oh, Uncle Billy belonged to a motorcycle gang, the warlocks, and gave each child a dollar in

between pound and keystone lights. Yes. It's a real favorite of mine in my 20s keystone light.

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