Hi undisclosed listeners, I know you have been waiting quite a while to hear a new case from us,

and I'm excited to tell you that in one week from now, our fall season will be dropping.

Ten new episodes, ten new addenda, a crazy 30-year-old murder, and a convicted murderer who,

if exonerated, would be the first such exonery in the entire history of his state.

So hold tight for one more week. But until then, check out my new podcast,

Ninety Night, an anthology of original bedtime stories, some of which are based on true crimes

that you will not believe. Ninety Night will get you in the spirit of this spooky season.

New episodes drop every other Tuesday, so don't forget to subscribe, rate, and review Ninety Night.

Thanks for being such an amazing audience. I'll be back in one week,

right here in this feed, without brand new season.

She has an incredible sense of smell, but as you'll quickly learn, what might be one woman's treasure

is another woman's putrid, rotting, trash. Please enjoy rot.

Please stop looking at me like that. I'm not crazy. You know how hard I've worked my entire life

to stay sane. It takes a lot with my condition. I've had to learn to manage by filling my house

with candles and popery, air fresheners and linen sprays and incense and sweetly scented dryer sheets

and drawers. When people get close to me, they're like, oh, you smell so good. And I know I do,

and I should. I mean, I better. I roll my eyes when people ask me what perfume I use,

as if just a perfume would do. I mean, it takes layers, scented bathwash and perfumed lotion

and talcum powder, deodorant, body mist and odotoylect, and at least two different odot

perfumes mixed and placed at different points of my body on my wrists on the inside of my elbows

behind my air lobes and even on the little bony protrusions of my clavicles. I massage my head with

scented oils. I even wash with perfume shampoo and when it's just slightly damp, I spray it with a

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