Exhibit 10.13

Apparently there is a radio station here in Lincoln that plays the audio track to soap operas during the middle of the day. Today I heard two women fighting about someone named Tony. Occasionally a booming male voice would interrupt to yell, "Why is there always fighting in my house!" He yelled this a few times, but this didn't really deter the conversation about Tony who, I gathered, might be a bit of a bad seed.

I guess I don't actually know that this was a soap opera, but it was either that or a self-produced amateur radio show from the saddest house in America.

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