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Exhibit C. It's truly criminal.

Hello.

Hello. Hi. Welcome to my favorite writer, The Minius. The Minis. So this is where you tell us

number one, your hometown murder is great. And then from there, it's just, you know, the floor is yours.

It's just a special moment to stand up, to speak out, say hello to everyone, and be like,

here's the most interesting thing I can dig out, whether it be in your town, in your family.

It might not be your story. It's okay. Who cares? Tell us other people's stories.

These are our fucking story. They're not. Okay. The subject line of this first email is the

mysterious death of Grandpa Vestel. Dear MFM family. Recently, I was visiting with my parents in

Sacramento, eating breakfast downtown, where we watched a car drive the wrong way down a two-way

street. My mom, who is well aware that her son is a murderino, and who saw me watching on

solve mysteries on cable literally the day before, turned to me and casually asked, well, you know

about Grandpa Vestel, right? My mom then told me about the mysterious circumstances surrounding the

death of my completely normally named great Grandpa Vestel. Yeah, that's just there. That I,

oh, questions. Okay. Go on. It's, he already sounds like a ghost. Yeah. He was all worn

a ghost. The vet, the name Vestel is like, oh, you are cursed and will be haunting the rest of your

family. That's so fucking lonely. Okay. In 1986, my uncle got a late night call asking him if he

knew Vestel since he was in the phone book and shared the last name. My uncle confirmed that it was

his dad, and the police let him know that Vestel had been killed in a highway collision.

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