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There were a few things at play, and I’m honestly not sure how well I’m going to remember them all. Jay did not tell the police where the body was, Mr. S. did. Also Jay supposedly said where the car was but there’s evidence the car turned up in a different district first and was reported by police in that other

He and Quiet can start a literal fashion victims’ support group.

I am so behind this idea! Feature a different video game series each article. So much to go around!

In addition to having to endure the stupidest excuse to dress slutty (girl, cotton breathes), Quiet also has that rare condition where she somehow gets greasier when you add water. See also: totally-without-context rain dancing/strip tease to Japanese love song scene.

I said the same thing! Or straight up lost/forgot about the ticket. Could be old with memory starting to slip or have a drinking/drug problem or just spaced out on the way home because they were sleepy, accidentally threw the ticket out, and never thought of it again!

I’ve heard this advice too, but it seems like waiting until literally the last possible second to claim it would counter all that hard work! Quietly claim it a few months in, duh!

Real talk - they probably died or they’re someone with dementia or a substance abuse problem that has no memory of buying the ticket and lost it.

It takes forever, but listen to the Undisclosed podcast. It explores so much that the Serial narrative couldn’t address. Serial posits it as an Adnan-or-Jay question, but it seems most likely it was neither of them. Maybe Don (the boyfriend), maybe some rando, probably someone she knew but was not explored at all as

My husband suffers from this condition as well. I’m always asking if he’s ok, because he’s an introspective guy in general. I’ve been calling it Male Resting Bitch Face for years.

Can I use this as a jumping off point to rant? I recently lost my job (yay company lay-offs), lost my nice insurance, and have been picking up the pieces. I also recently got married. Now, my husband and I have signed up for a plan through Healthcare.gov and all, but the major use of insurance for me is monthly birth

Oh shoot that was her? Ok cool now I have a solid reason to not like her. And I can also add “forgettable” to that list, apparently.

Hot take: I do not like Lauren H. I can’t put my finger on why. She seems like the stereotype of a vapid sorority girl or something. Sorry to be unnecessarily catty, but she rubs me the wrong way... subtly.

My ex once texted me for a boob pic. I sent him my new boyfriend’s sexy hairy pecs all pushed together to make cleavage. It was hot.

Ahh yes playing poker! I remember my uncle teaching us kids a few games that I, ironically, cannot remember as an adult now. My best friend and I used to play rummy with mini m&ms at our sleepovers. I grew up to be the opposite of a gambler but I would love to teach my (not yet existing) kid so many skills you listed

I was also a late bloomer when it came to domestic skills. I had a stay-at-home mom that, to this day, will not let me use her laundry machines when I am home for a visit. I did my own laundry for the first time in college. It took a few phone calls and a lot of hand-holding the first time but you know what? It wasn’t

As someone who does not have (and has never had) a sense of smell but also hates food waste, this is especially annoying. I usually go by color or other sight cues, a small taste if it seems safe, and when I can I have my husband take a sniff. Unfortunately he’s not always around to do the smell test for me and

“Enjoys working with a wide variety of people.”

This is exactly the “fun environment” of the job I just got laid off from. Miss the steady paycheck. Listening to why this one racist bro is going to vote for Trump and also win an eating contest or puke trying... not so much.

Not to mention this little period in history where we imported all those black people for free labor and they drove the whole economy or whatever. No biggie.