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Exhibit C. It's truly criminal.

Hello. Hello. And welcome. My favorite, right there. That's Georgia Hartstruck. That's Karen Cook-era.

This is the mini-so. Do we say our names on the mini-so? I don't think we usually do.

Oh, fine. We shouldn't do this today. Back to, we should quit.

I mean, look, we can say our names whenever we goddamn feel like it. If we confuse people.

I feel like we've, we've earned the right. Do you want to go first? You want me to?

Oh, you got first. Okay. This one is simply entitled Barry Treasure. Let's get to it.

Hey, I love, I love these. Let's get to it.

Yes. I work in NYC as a geologist. And my previous job mostly involved babysitting construction workers.

During that time, I worked for the very nice man whose job it was to operate heavy machinery,

mostly moving dirt around. Let's call him Vee. He told me this story.

One day he was working in Manhattan where an old apartment building was being demolished to build a new one.

Can you just savor what's about to come? Yes, I'm like crying right now.

Knowing knowing the title of this. Yes. This is my dream email. And like, what a rad job this person has.

That there's just like, tell me when you find something cool. Oh, yeah. You're digging.

In man fucking fucking. The densest, most buried, buried, laid, layered up,

aborted over, repainted. What's underneath that? Oh, here we go.

He was digging up the foundation of an old building when he tore up some of the concrete slab

and hit something. This was about 10 feet underground, but it didn't really surprise anyone.

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