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Exhibit C. It's truly criminal.

Hello! And welcome to my favorite murder. The minisode. It's Mini. We read you your shit.

Here we go. You've sent it into us. I'm going to start.

Okay. Is that all right? I was hoping. Okay, good. Greetings. It just starts greetings.

Hi. When I turned 17, I got my first legit job at a local surf skate shop in San Diego,

called San Diego. Oh, man. Going for it. Didn't see me coming.

Yeah, I got you. That one got you. It's stupid. It's stupid and great. Yeah. It's my love.

It's just easy. It's right there. It's brilliant in its ease. Sometimes you got to go with the first

thing you think of, which is like the embodiment of San Diego. It's just like kind of don't bother.

Yeah, we did it. Easy, easy does it. It's like here's the name moving on. Yeah, moving on

because so we can go get drunk later. Right. The job was commissioned based and highly competitive.

AKA the worst kind of job for someone who is a shy introvert and just wants everyone to be happy

and get along. One afternoon a woman came into the store. Long hair that was unkempt, baggy pants

that looked three times her size held up by a belt and oversized sweatshirt and flady avoidant eyes.

I immediately got a weird vibe and decided to let someone else help her.

Yeah. Despite my being hundreds of dollars behind the mark that I needed to hit to make commission

that month. God, you're giving me flashbacks to working on Melrose. There was this model I worked with

who was so chatty and good at it. Yeah. And I was just like, I don't care what you buy. Yeah, buy whatever you want.

Yeah. And you were were you also working on commission? Yeah. And I hear it every moment of it.

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