This is exactly right.

Hello and welcome to my favorite murder.

The minisode 10-year anniversary edition.

That's right.

If you're listening to me on Monday, as you should be, as it comes out, this week is our 10-year anniversary week.

We're going to be like those people who have their birthday all month long, where we're going to talk about it every single day, we're going to

bring it up over and over. That's right. I mean, we got to 10 years in podcasting. Dude, that's a

lifetime. It's like we're a 15-year-old dog. Yeah, we're basically. That's right.

Your first.

Oh, and because of that, Molly had the great idea of doing hometowns that are stories we've done in the past.

So it's either follow-ups or it's your hometown, but we've covered it.

So it's kind of fun.

Yeah.

I like it.

Here's what we love, self-referential stuff.

Exactly.

Here we go. Okay, this is my first story. I want to reach it the subject line. It says, hi, Karen, hi Georgia, and hi to Stephen. I want to share a story about my older sister with you. She's 10 years older than me. And when I was little, I always looked up to her. I thought she was so beautiful and so talented.

Back in 1975, my sister Cindy was 18 years old. Cindy is such an 80s name. When's the last time you've heard of a Cindy? I have not seen a Cindy. Come back, Cindy. Cindy's, we need to hear from you. In 1975, my sister Cindy. Of course.

I love that sitcom.

Was 18 years old living in Vysalia, California.

She had just moved there from San Jose, California.

One day she was shopping at Kmart.

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