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Hello and welcome to my favorite murder.

The minisodes.

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This is the minisode.

We tell you things about yourself that you didn't even know you wanted to know.

Are you ready for a little bit of self-examination?

Can we do this? Finally get you to admit your side of things.

Go first? Okay, yes, I will go first. Thank you. The subject line of this first email is rabies at church camp.

All your favorite topics. And it starts, what's up, hotties? Oh, cute. No time to waste. Gird your loins for a

wild tail. When I was 11, like any good Christian child, I was sent to church camp. However,

I had developed a reputation for running into troubles just a year before. Troubles. Troubles,

multiple. Just the year before, I had been sent to the hospital with a back injury after a pool game of playing in the swimming pool of chicken gone wrong where I nearly drowned.

Holy shit.

So true troubles.

Yeah.

The camp setting was at a state park in the middle of the Tennessee woods. So the next year, when my mother got a phone call from a park ranger, oh, so where that injury happened. Oh, okay. I was in the middle of a state park in Tennessee. Got it. So the next year when my mother got a phone call from a park ranger stating that I had had an accident in the park pool, it felt like deja vu.

My mother firmly stated, you must be mistaken.

Did you find some old documents or something?

That accident happened a year ago.

Yeah, we were going through some paperwork and we were like, hey, emergency.

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