High listeners, this is Ashley Flowers, and I want to tell you one last story.

A story that will reinforce something we say on our other podcast, Crime Junkie, all the time.

It's never just a man again.

So gather round and listen close.

I guess I should start with a disclaimer. I'm a huge crime junkie, both in the sense that I love

true crime and in that I listen to the podcast crime junkie. Along with my best friend Taylor,

I have practically drowned my life in crime documentaries, shows like date line 48 hours,

serial killer books, missing person cases, you name it. So when I tell you, I've quite literally

dreamed of finding a body that solves some like 30-year-old cold case, I hope it sounds

less bizarre given my background. So now that that's out of the way, I guess I should tell you the

real reason I'm telling you this story. Like I said, I listen to Crime Junkie a lot, and I mean a lot.

Besides just listening to the regular weekly episodes, Taylor and I have been

all of the fan club episodes were proud owners of some CJ merch, and we've adopted numerous

crime junkie phrases into our day-to-day language. Now one motto they've repeated on numerous

occasions is it's never a mannequin. It's meant to say that when someone stumbles upon a dead

body, they usually mistake it for a mannequin at first before they realize it's actually human.

However, given some recent events in my life, I'm wondering if there's another meaning entirely.

So I'm coming back from a summer camp where I'm a counselor for some middle school kids,

and I'm driving completely alone. And to give you some perspective, this camp was like

two hours away from my hometown, and to get there, you have to take this hardly used interstate

along with a couple of back end roads, all while you're just completely surrounded by forests and

hills, just trees as far as the eye can see. So I'm just driving along. It's pretty early in the

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