Long story short, my friend had a Kia Soul that was stolen 2x by the "Kia Boys" in our city. The first time was during new years and the vehicle was crashed into a mailbox and a brick wall. The cops apparently told him since it wasn't him driving he wasn't liable for the damages, but he was in between finding new insurance. After the incident the vehicle was working and operational so he kept using it. He was attempting to get it insured but no insurance was willing to cover him due to the vehicle being stolen once and being a specific Kia model that keeps being reported stolen. Two weeks ago it got stolen again and this time the vehicle ended up crashing into like 4 other vehicles. Today apparently he got a call from the police saying the other people affected are attempting to pursue him for damages to their vehicles/property and that the police have footage of my friend driving the vehicle since the first time it was stolen. So were just trying to find out what kind of lawyer he needs to speak to. Were in TN just in case.

My son is a wonderful tiny human, with one big draw back. He bites. Only mummy and with all his might. I have bruises and little scans from where he breaks the skin on my shoulders, back, thighs, bum. This kid BITES :(
He doesn’t do it out of anger. It’s mostly teething. Or when he’s trying to get attention (which he gets all day long). Sometimes he’s just in a bitey mood…
Thankfully he doesn’t do it to others, so at least I don’t have to protect others, but I’d like it to stop.
I’ve tried: -replacement “I see you need to bite in something, here try this!” This yes! Mummy no….
-playing the victim. Showing him that he hurt me, being sad, crying… he doesn’t care.
-“I don’t want to play with boys who bite” and walking away.
-firm no! With a completely serious face… he laughs super hard at this :/
-“feeding the bite” pushing his face more into it so he will release me. Doesn’t help, just helps me escape.
-pinching his nose, doesn’t help he can still breath from his mouth while he bites.
-bit him back lightly once to show him biting hurts. Obviously regret this one, not my finest moment. Didn’t solve anything and probably just showed him this behavior is okay. Only happened once though.
I’m at my wits end. I don’t want to yell.
I stopped reacting at all when he bites me because my husband said he does it for the reaction, so I no longer scream, squeal or react in pain and just wait for him to release a bit so I can set him down and get away while saying biting hurts baby, no biting…
Has anyone had success putting a stop to this behavior? He’s such a good boy, he plays well, he sleeps well. He’s just bitey. He doesn’t speak yet so I can’t reason with him… still just a little toddler. Tell me your secrets please!!

My partner was arrested three weeks ago for 2 counts of lewd conduct with a minor. I went to bail him out and was told there is another investigation being filed for the same charge and they may be trying to go for rape. All of these allegations are from 4 years ago. We’ve been together for two years and have an 11 month old baby together. He has no criminal history, no drug use, nothing illegal and has never raised red flags for me. I have three other children from a previous marriage ages 10-14. I’m definitely confused about all of this. Our relationship has been beautiful and this is such a shock. My question is for people who have endured court process with their loved one… how do you cope? Why did you choose to stay? How do you face the change? And anything else that could be supportive as I walk through this. The circumstances don’t automatically change my feelings for him. We have a life, family and business together. I don’t know what’s true about all of this. I don’t know what evidence there may be. And regardless, he owes me a direct conversation which I won’t be able to get until he is not in jail. We are in ID and I’m just not even sure what to expect through this process. The prelim has been waived thus far and I expect this be a very long road. Could use some insight and thought this thread may be helpful. Thanks!

Hello fellow photography enthusiasts!
I'm quite new to photography and have recently decided to dive deeper into it as a hobby. With a vacation coming up next week, I'm eager to buy a digital camera — specifically those classic point-and-shoot types from the early 2000s. I'm from India, and we have this realy popular lane called 'Camera Gully' that specialises in everything photography. My budget is somewhere around ₹10k - ₹12k (150$), and I'm totally open to second-hand options.
So, photography gods, could you share any tips or insights on what I should look out for when buying a used camera? I'm not planning to monetize this hobby, I just love the idea of capturing my moments in a very nostalgic, early 2010s style!
Im looking for something like the canon coolpix or powershots or something along those lines!
Here are a few specific questions:

• What are the key features I should check in a camera to ensure it's in good working condition?
• Are there particular models that you think are great for that vintage feel?
• Any bargaining tips for navigating a place like Camera Gully that has so much to offer. It seems a bit oerwhelming to me?
• What are common pitfalls or problems to avoid when purchasing a second-hand camera?

I appreciate all the advice you can provide! Looking forward to capturing some beautiful memories with a little help from you all.
Thank you!

I was thinking if this group on Reddit could collectively work together to time our subscription items so we know when something rare was going to be back on the site. I’ve got a navy Herve Ledger dress, a baby blue Tory Burch purse, and a new black Michael Kors midi polo dress I’m sending back in a couple days. All of these are difficult to secure with the subscription you just have to catch it at the right time.
Does anyone else have something they’re sending back soon that’s difficult to snag? Or any tips on how to know when something will be available? I was playing around with switching from subscription to one time rental and switching the dates to see which ones popped up to guesstimate when something would be available. I’m assuming the ones that aren’t available now for subscription rental but are available in a week are with a one-time renter now and they’re assuming that it’ll be shipped back, cleaned, and ready to go out by the one-time dates.

My heart is heavy today. I am almost 30, with a passion for skiing. I have disabilities as well, and was the first person with a disability to teach skiing with the other non-disabled ski coaches, at a mountain that did not specialize in adaptive skiing. It felt like a special achievement for me. And I met a lot of great people there… some of them didn’t know what to make of me: a person with a strong, lively, and firce personality who also presented with physical challenges that are very rarely seen in my selected sport.
There was this one guy… Kevin. He probably made the worst first impressions on me, by overcompensating for my disability in his speech and actions with me, but after I understood him better, he was merely just inexperienced with someone like myself, and wanted the best for me, and to help me… without getting in my way.
Kevin is 65… Fierce, a strong loving personality… someone who may appear slightly gruff at first, but is the biggest teddy bear you would ever know. Always there for everyone else before himself; with so much love in his heart. His passion for skiing is like none other… it matched mine on an almost spiritual level. We both feel free as birds while we ski, and quickly grew from awkwardly exchanging conversations in the lodge to having deep conversations on the chairlift. He even eventually learned how to help me with the more complicated aspects that come when I ski with my disability; often moving my gear to the snow (and back) for me, making the place as accessible as possible for me, and helping up when I fell on the snow.
I worked at that mountain for only two months—and only skiing with Kevin for a total of a few hours each week. It was a bad snow year this year, and I wasn’t getting nearly enough money to survive. I was supposed to be getting at least 3x the hours I was getting in actuality. I got offered another job that directly conflicted with my ski job.
I had one of the best ski days of my life with him and a couple other coworkers a few days before I left for the season. He loved me on that mountain like I was his own daughter. He hugged me in the bar like he’s never hugged someone so tightly before, every time we went out after work. In two months, someone who went from being a stranger became someone I held deeply in my heart. He wanted to help me build a house with my dad. He had plans to take me to a treehouse he built and help me walk there if I needed help.
Before my last day at the mountain, I expressed my deep love for him. He’s a busy, prideful, man who doesn’t slow down. I worried that our relationship would dwindle if I wasn’t in close proximity to him. I expressed my fears, and he told me he would do his best to keep in touch. We texted each other every few days for about 6 weeks or so, off and on… but as the time passed, the messages got fewer and far between. The last message I have from him was him apologizing for being MIA, but due to personal issues and his pain getting worse, he’s really struggling. I kept texting him every few weeks after that, but I got no response. Ending my messages with things like, “take care of yourself” or,
“I can only hope your life is less chaotic than mine is right now.”
Boy was I wrong with that last statement. Yesterday I got notification that he has a terminal illness and was admitted to hospice care recently. In gathering information over the course of a few hours, it became clear that I couldn’t go visit him like I thought I was going to be able to, and he’s not very coherent at this point in time.
I’ve been trying to reconcile my emotions since yesterday. I don’t have much else to say, but it was asked that we remember him in the most fond memories, so last night I had a hard cider (what I always got at the bar with him), had some thoughts to winter, and am trying my best to think of the good times.
I have been fearful in the past of making strong connections, for fear of loss. I put myself out on a limb this time and invested into a deep connection. While I don’t regret it in the slightest, this feeling of my heart being so heavy is new and uncomfortable for me. But I guess that means it meant something, at least…
Breathe easy…
Ski or Die.

Watching the finale for the Bad Batch on its midnight premiere was so satisfying; it gave off the perfect sendoff vibes for the cast with a peaceful happy ending on Pabu, while also letting Omega carve out her own destiny as a Rebel pilot in the epilogue. At the same time this week, I’ve been rewatching the whole sequel trilogy on Disney Plus while I still had a subscription plan. And overall even with some weak spots I still think it’s pretty great and love it a lot the same as I do with the Bad Batch. And all with the finale of the sequel trilogy culminating in The Rise of Skywalker (which I’ve rewatched many times but it’s clicked again after the Bad Batch finale), I saw the perfect ending parallel it shared with The Bad Batch.
The Rise of Skywalker ends with the whole crew finally having a heartfelt reunion hug on Ajan Kloss after their long fight is over. And in the “epilogue” scene, we see Rey, having found her new purpose and new family to call her own, looking off towards the sunset in the horizon as new adventures await.
Simultaneously, The Bad Batch ends with a similar cathartic vibe of Omega being able to rest easy with her new friends and family on Pabu after the long-fought battle to save her brothers is done. With Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Batcher all beside her. And in a surprise twist in the epilogue, she’s all grown up, looking towards the moonrise of Pabu one more time as she bids farewell to continue the fight for herself as a Rebel pilot and carve out her own future with new adventures to come.
That’s what I absolutely love about this parallel: both The Bad Batch and The Rise of Skywalker end with a peaceful happy ending, and an epilogue with new possibilities still open out there for our protagonists. Rey & Omega, both finished with their 3-part stories and after going through so much of their own hardships, get their well-deserved chances to return home to friends/family while looking to new adventures beyond the horizon. For them, their series have reached their completion, but there’s still so much open for them and possibly much more growth and adventure for them to come. It’s a beautiful parallel, one some might not catch or personally vibe with, but for me it’s spectacular.

Watching the finale for the Bad Batch on its midnight premiere was so satisfying; it gave off the perfect sendoff vibes for the cast with a peaceful happy ending on Pabu, while also letting Omega carve out her own destiny as a Rebel pilot in the epilogue. At the same time this week, I’ve been rewatching the whole sequel trilogy on Disney Plus while I still had a subscription plan. And overall even with some weak spots I still think it’s pretty great and love it a lot the same as I do with the Bad Batch. And all with the finale of the sequel trilogy culminating in The Rise of Skywalker (which I’ve rewatched many times but it’s clicked again after the Bad Batch finale), I saw the perfect ending parallel it shared with The Bad Batch.
The Rise of Skywalker ends with the whole crew finally having a heartfelt reunion hug on Ajan Kloss after their long fight is over. And in the “epilogue” scene, we see Rey, having found her new purpose and new family to call her own, looking off towards the sunset in the horizon as new adventures await.
Simultaneously, The Bad Batch ends with a similar cathartic vibe of Omega being able to rest easy with her new friends and family on Pabu after the long-fought battle to save her brothers is done. With Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Batcher all beside her. And in a surprise twist in the epilogue, she’s all grown up, looking towards the moonrise of Pabu one more time as she bids farewell to continue the fight for herself as a Rebel pilot and carve out her own future with new adventures to come.
That’s what I absolutely love about this parallel: both The Bad Batch and The Rise of Skywalker end with a peaceful happy ending, and an epilogue with new possibilities still open out there for our protagonists. Rey & Omega, both finished with their 3-part stories and after going through so much of their own hardships, get their well-deserved chances to return home to friends/family while looking to new adventures beyond the horizon. For them, their series have reached their completion, but there’s still so much open for them and possibly much more growth and adventure for them to come. It’s a beautiful parallel, one some might not catch or personally vibe with, but for me it’s spectacular.

Hello Everyone!
I am an INTP (25F) and I have a new neighbor in my apartment complex who is an INFJ (26F). They moved in about a month or 2 ago and live directly across from me! The first time we met, she came to my door to ask for help with her washing machine and I took a look for her but all my troubleshooting didn't help so I told her to call maintenance. We met again in the hallway a couple days later and exchanged numbers. I asked her out to a comedy event and we walked to the venue together, she asked me out this week and we went to a bar for drinks, I gave her some food I cooked after since a new move is always stressful and she didn't have any food.
Now, I want to ask her out again to come on a trip with my friends and I to the beach, I would also like to ask her if she wants to attend a party this weekend since she said she likes parties. Although she is very kind, I don't want it to seem like I'm a stalker or something or being annoying by asking her out to places especially with people she doesn't know. To me she seems fairly mentally healthy and her Se is pretty well developed which makes me think she would appreciate the experiences.
We are both queer and I just got out of a situationship (lol) which I told her all about (very kind of her to listen to that even though we don't know each other like that) so I don't want her to think I'm trying to sleep with her or anything, even though she is very beautiful! and we both have art in common I would like her to feel safe and respected and I would like to form a friendship with her without over stepping any boundaries.
So, as an INFJ, would you appreciate the gesture to invite you out? especially after dealing with the stress of moving and all? I think she's super cool and the area we live in is amazing to explore with a friend.

Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Senior Advisor for AC Milan at RedBird, gave an interview on the Swedish podcast ABTalks:
How is your life post-retirement from playing football? "I'm fine, life is beautiful, I'm treating myself well. Obviously, I stopped playing football eight months ago, now I have a different life, I accepted to stop playing football which was a difficult thing because of my ego, because of what I think of myself. I think I am the best, I am still the best, I could continue... but I chose to stop. Why? I want a good life for my family. I wanted to be able to do things with my children, if I had continued I wouldn't have been able to do things with my children because I had problems with one knee. So I accepted it, I reached a point where I said 'okay, forget it and start a new chapter in your life'."
What role do you have at Milan? "Cardinale made me an offer I couldn't refuse. I started working with Milan and I've been at Milan for three or four months and it's going well, I have to say."
Do you miss Raiola? Ibrahimovic replied: "When he passed away it was a hard blow for me. I cried a lot. And it's not over yet because sometimes I have flashbacks. I miss him too much. Everyone who knows me and him understands how close we were. If I could send him a message? I miss you."
How do you live with your family? Ibrahimovic answered:
"My wife always tells me 'remember who took care of you before you started taking care of the family'. She gave up her career for me. She accompanied me in everything she did, she gave me everything and gave up everything for me. I don't think you should have a big ego in a relationship, be above someone else. I think it should be 50/50, obviously she takes more responsibility in some things, and in others, I take more responsibility. People may think we are a family living a luxurious life, but she washes and cooks. The only help we have is a cleaning lady. I take the children to school, pick them up from training like a normal family and that's how we chose it. In the whole school (in Beverly Hills), only my children rode bikes. The other families had nannies who took and picked up the children, or a driver. That's not who we are."
https://milanreports.com/2024/05/02/ibrahimovic-cardinale-offer-irrefutable/

I’m recalling my lessons from when I was working on my MBA. In one of my course on innovation we focused on the innovations leading to change. It is important to note that not all innovations fall into the category of comprehensively “good” or “bad”. Most innovations are “good” for some and “bad” for others.
To clarify, I don’t mean “bad” in that an innovation is designed or intended to harm an individual or group. By bad I mean that the net result affects an individual or a group in such a way that it is adverse, in some manner, to their current paradigm. We call these “disruptors”. In business, great disruptors in the past have been technological advancements: the wheel, gunpowder, nuclear fission, and the internet, to name a few. In politics, great disruptors have been democracy, universal suffrage, and the advancement of civil rights.
All of these things have had both good and bad effects on different individuals and groups. The individuals and groups who embraced these disruptive innovations have, historically thrived and, conversely, those who have dismissed or resisted them have suffered and been relegated to the silence of slow extinction.
We (PPB) need to make it clear, to ourselves, that we are engaging in paradigm-shifting behavior. Those opposed or resistant to PPB, make claims that we are predators and that the practice of PPB is manipulative in nature; that we are somehow exploiting a power imbalance to achieve our goals. While this may be true, the paradigm shift is that non-western women don’t subscribe to this paradigm: that we are using wealth and social status to elicit sex, companionship or love from non-western women as a result of being unable to use the same measures of power to elicit sex, companionship and love from western women.
Non-western women, in my experience, are not primarily driven by their own poverty or class to seek out western men. They are driven, primarily, by a desire to not be forced by their poverty or class to default to men local to them who are not desirable. In other words, non-western women don’t want to date the colossal douchebags around them.
I’ve been to many non-western countries and lived in a few. I can tell you, from my own anecdotal experience, that men from those countries are, primarily assholes, most of whom have the emotional maturity of a twelve-year-old. They not only treat the women around them like shit, but are also pretty shitty to each other, overtly demeaning and degrading the people around them in a scramble for just about everything. In China, from where my current partner hails, this attitude is a result of the one-child policy during which, boys were preferred over girls and were doted upon from birth, through adulthood, to now. This attitude has become generational in nature, even after the end of “one-child”.
Women in China just want a man who is polite, fair and respectful; qualities in short supply in the men local to them in their respective peer groups. So, they, like PPB in the west, have chosen to date internationally.
Does my partner want to emigrate from China to the west? Of course she does. Is she only with me for my money or my social status? Who knows? I don’t, but I don’t think she is. I’m a fair judge of character and I’ve dated women who both overtly and covertly just wanted me for what I could give them. I’ve gotten to the point where they’re pretty easy to spot. Once I realized that they were only interested in a transaction, it was a simple matter of agreeing that it was a transaction and proceeding accordingly.
What western women are on about is that we are no longer subscribing to the paradigm that they have chosen to operate under. They are only interested in what we can give them (or what they can take from us) as a function of what we do. This can take many forms, but, what it comes down to is “dynasty”. They want to monopolize their access to our wealth, our status, and, ultimately our DNA (yeah, basic biology has taken over).
PPB chooses to shed this paradigm in favor of one in which, while dynasty plays a role in this transaction, it is not the driving force. Our new (to us) paradigm is one in which the driving force in the transaction, for both parties, is who we are. That concept; the notion that who we are is not only separate from, but more important than, what we do, is the great disruptor and that we are exercising our right to claim parity in the transaction based on this concept, is the reason for the hate from the white-savior western women and the white-knight men who defend them.

Hello!
I made a beautiful, tasty plum galette last night (Wednesday). Unfortunately I overprepared on the plums, and I have nearly enough wedges for a whole new galette. They are stored in my fridge in a tupperware.
I have a social event on Sunday. Would this be too late to use the plum wedges for a new galette?

I’m recalling my lessons from when I was working on my MBA. In one of my course on innovation we focused on the innovations leading to change. It is important to note that not all innovations fall into the category of comprehensively “good” or “bad”. Most innovations are “good” for some and “bad” for others.
To clarify, I don’t mean “bad” in that an innovation is designed or intended to harm an individual or group. By bad I mean that the net result affects an individual or a group in such a way that it is adverse, in some manner, to their current paradigm. We call these “disruptors”. In business, great disruptors in the past have been technological advancements: the wheel, gunpowder, nuclear fission, and the internet, to name a few. In politics, great disruptors have been democracy, universal suffrage, and the advancement of civil rights.
All of these things have had both good and bad effects on different individuals and groups. The individuals and groups who embraced these disruptive innovations have, historically thrived and, conversely, those who have dismissed or resisted them have suffered and been relegated to the silence of slow extinction.
We (PPB) need to make it clear, to ourselves, that we are engaging in paradigm-shifting behavior. Those opposed or resistant to PPB, make claims that we are predators and that the practice of PPB is manipulative in nature; that we are somehow exploiting a power imbalance to achieve our goals. While this may be true, the paradigm shift is that non-western women don’t subscribe to this paradigm: that we are using wealth and social status to elicit sex, companionship or love from non-western women as a result of being unable to use the same measures of power to elicit sex, companionship and love from western women.
Non-western women, in my experience, are not primarily driven by their own poverty or class to seek out western men. They are driven, primarily, by a desire to not be forced by their poverty or class to default to men local to them who are not desirable. In other words, non-western women don’t want to date the colossal douchebags around them.
I’ve been to many non-western countries and lived in a few. I can tell you, from my own anecdotal experience, that men from those countries are, primarily assholes, most of whom have the emotional maturity of a twelve-year-old. They not only treat the women around them like shit, but are also pretty shitty to each other, overtly demeaning and degrading the people around them in a scramble for just about everything. In China, from where my current partner hails, this attitude is a result of the one-child policy during which, boys were preferred over girls and were doted upon from birth, through adulthood, to now. This attitude has become generational in nature, even after the end of “one-child”.
Women in China just want a man who is polite, fair and respectful; qualities in short supply in the men local to them in their respective peer groups. So, they, like PPB in the west, have chosen to date internationally.
Does my partner want to emigrate from China to the west? Of course she does. Is she only with me for my money or my social status? Who knows? I don’t, but I don’t think she is. I’m a fair judge of character and I’ve dated women who both overtly and covertly just wanted me for what I could give them. I’ve gotten to the point where they’re pretty easy to spot. Once I realized that they were only interested in a transaction, it was a simple matter of agreeing that it was a transaction and proceeding accordingly.
What western women are on about is that we are no longer subscribing to the paradigm that they have chosen to operate under. They are only interested in what we can give them (or what they can take from us) as a function of what we do. This can take many forms, but, what it comes down to is “dynasty”. They want to monopolize their access to our wealth, our status, and, ultimately our DNA (yeah, basic biology has taken over).
PPB chooses to shed this paradigm in favor of one in which, while dynasty plays a role in this transaction, it is not the driving force. Our new (to us) paradigm is one in which the driving force in the transaction, for both parties, is who we are. That concept; the notion that who we are is not only separate from, but more important than, what we do, is the great disruptor and that we are exercising our right to claim parity in the transaction based on this concept, is the reason for the hate from the white-savior western women and the white-knight men who defend them.

There’s loads of tools out there. New tools, old tools, AI tools. Good ol’ pen and paper... The list goes on!
Here’s the heavy hitters that I rely on for 90% of my workload ⬇️

Otter.ai

Great little app. Just hit record and it’ll transcribe your whole conversation. It’s a ‘must have’ if you want to give your full attention during user interviews.

Miro

The most intuitive white-boarding solution out there. I mainly use this during workshops to gather and prioritise requirements in real time.

Lucidchart

User flows, Swimlane maps, Value Stream maps - they’re all created in here. If you need to create beautiful, business-facing documentation, then this is the best of the best.

Visio

Lucidcharts ugly sister. It’s the industry standard, especially in big organisations that already pay the big bucks for Microsoft products. A lot of our team use this for more technical process documentation.

Balsamiq

Amazing for low-fidelity wireframing. No learning curve. Perfect for quickly creating scrappy visuals to help get everyone on the same page!

Penpot

Like Figma, but free and open source. If you need to create high fidelity prototypes then this the tool of choice. There’s a bit of a learning curve, but there always is with ‘high fidelity’ tools like this.

Bubbles

Perfect for screen recording product demos. Also let’s users annotate feedback directly within the recording 💪
Join us over at Better BA for more tactical BA tips.
That’s it folks! Please add to this list, I'm always up for learning about new tools 🙌

中文	英文	毛利
學院體育和戶外活動有限公司	Academy Sports and Outdoors, Inc.	1,999,275,000
皇冠控股公司	Crown Holdings, Inc.	1,998,000,000
安瑞安公司	Ingredion Incorporated	1,997,000,000
舊多米尼恩貨運公司	Old Dominion Freight Line, Inc.	1,996,831,000
SLM公司	SLM Corporation	1,994,989,000
博思艾倫控股公司	Booz Allen Hamilton Holding Corporation	1,979,760,000
ANSYS 公司	ANSYS, Inc.	1,976,139,000
特威利奧公司	Twilio Inc.	1,962,790,000
沃斯科公司	Watsco, Inc.	1,957,050,000
漢斯布蘭德公司	Hanesbrands Inc.	1,951,323,000
伊坎企業有限公司	Icahn Enterprises L.P.	1,949,000,000
沃肯材料公司（控股公司）	Vulcan Materials Company (Holding Company)	1,948,500,000
摩根士丹利資本國際公司	MSCI Inc.	1,946,901,000
佩恩娛樂公司	PENN Entertainment, Inc.	1,943,800,000
Elanco 動物保健公司	Elanco Animal Health Incorporated	1,938,000,000
亞瑪芬體育公司	Amer Sports, Inc.	1,936,148,173
阿拉斯加航空集團公司	Alaska Air Group, Inc.	1,931,000,000
Etsy 公司	Etsy, Inc.	1,925,352,000
科斯塔集團有限公司	CoStar Group, Inc.	1,921,300,000
電話和數據系統公司	Telephone and Data Systems, Inc.	1,911,000,000
FMC公司	FMC Corporation	1,908,300,000
北極星公司	Polaris Inc.	1,906,000,000
阿凡格德公司	Avangrid, Inc.	1,901,000,000
瑞幸咖啡公司	Luckin Coffee Inc.	1,892,211,416
哈貝爾公司	Hubbell Inc	1,891,600,000
鯊魚忍者公司	SharkNinja, Inc.	1,885,070,000
UWM 控股公司	UWM Holdings Corporation	1,883,275,000
百勝中國控股有限公司	Yum China Holdings, Inc.	1,883,000,000
信用受理公司	Credit Acceptance Corporation	1,875,300,000
雪花公司	Snowflake Inc.	1,863,523,000
BGC 集團公司	BGC Group, Inc.	1,849,370,000
Playtika 控股公司	Playtika Holding Corp.	1,848,500,000
財富品牌創新公司	Fortune Brands Innovations, Inc.	1,844,300,000
BioMarin 製藥公司	BioMarin Pharmaceutical Inc.	1,842,347,000
Nextstar 媒體集團公司	Nexstar Media Group, Inc.	1,839,000,000
歐文斯和米諾公司	Owens & Minor, Inc.	1,837,784,320
啟富科技股份有限公司	Qifu Technology, Inc	1,832,691,261
內爾內特公司	Nelnet, Inc.	1,832,207,000
神經分泌生物科學公司	Neurocrine Biosciences, Inc.	1,829,600,000
iHeartMedia 公司	iHeartMedia, Inc.	1,828,308,000
HubSpot 公司	HubSpot, Inc.	1,824,741,000
索菲科技公司	SoFi Technologies, Inc.	1,819,283,000
康普控股公司	CommScope Holding Company, Inc.	1,817,700,000
圖示公司	ICON plc	1,814,277,000
諾夫公司	NOV Inc.	1,813,000,000
美國之鷹服飾有限公司	American Eagle Outfitters, Inc.	1,812,262,000
露營世界控股公司	Camping World Holdings, Inc.	1,810,006,000
美國水務公司	American Water Works Company, Inc.	1,810,000,000
商業金屬公司	Commercial Metals Company	1,801,298,000
莎莉美容控股公司（Sally Holdings, Inc. 更名）	Sally Beauty Holdings, Inc. (Name to be changed from Sally Holdings, Inc.)	1,797,653,000
帕蘭提爾科技公司	Palantir Technologies Inc.	1,793,907,000
環聯	TransUnion	1,789,500,000
布羅德里奇金融解決方案公司	Broadridge Financial Solutions, Inc.	1,785,400,000
平原全美國管道公司	Plains All American Pipeline, L.P.	1,785,000,000
奧托立夫公司	Autoliv, Inc.	1,783,000,000
德克斯戶外公司	Deckers Outdoor Corporation	1,776,867,000
奧什科甚公司（控股公司）	Oshkosh Corporation (Holding Company)	1,774,300,000
泰勒莫里森家居公司	Taylor Morrison Home Corporation	1,774,073,000
博伊德博彩公司	Boyd Gaming Corporation	1,761,792,000
ODP公司	The ODP Corporation	1,761,000,000
芝加哥期權交易所全球市場公司	Cboe Global Markets, Inc.	1,760,000,000
埃克力西斯公司	Exelixis, Inc.	1,757,661,000
布魯克菲爾德基礎設施公司	Brookfield Infrastructure Corporation	1,756,634,456
郵政控股公司	Post Holdings, Inc.	1,756,200,000
精確科學公司	Exact Sciences Corporation	1,753,358,000
西耶納公司	Ciena Corporation	1,748,936,000
李爾公司	Lear Corporation	1,745,900,000
APi集團公司	APi Group Corporation	1,743,000,000
威德福國際有限公司	Weatherford International plc	1,740,000,000
Plains GP Holdings, L.P.	Plains GP Holdings, L.P.	1,737,000,000
哥倫比亞運動服飾公司	Columbia Sportswear Company	1,729,895,307
阿瑞斯資本公司	Ares Capital Corporation	1,729,000,000
自來水公司	Waters Corporation	1,728,567,000
赫茲全球控股公司	Hertz Global Holdings, Inc	1,728,000,000
達美樂披薩公司	Domino's Pizza Inc	1,727,417,000
城市服飾有限公司	Urban Outfitters, Inc.	1,727,279,000
科帕特公司	Copart, Inc.	1,719,610,000
不倫瑞克公司	Brunswick Corporation	1,718,600,000
軍刀公司	Sabre Corporation	1,718,132,000
數據狗公司	Datadog, Inc.	1,717,626,000
羅賓漢市場公司	Robinhood Markets, Inc.	1,709,000,000
星座能源公司	Constellation Energy Corporation	1,705,000,000
安多克斯有限公司	Amdocs Limited	1,701,525,000
美國包裝公司	Packaging Corporation of America	1,698,900,000
達頓餐廳有限公司	Darden Restaurants, Inc.	1,698,700,000
馬雷克斯集團有限公司	Marex Group plc	1,692,900,000
奧克塔公司	Okta, Inc.	1,682,000,000
CMS能源公司	CMS Energy Corporation	1,682,000,000
佩里戈公司	Perrigo Company plc	1,679,300,000
Veeva 系統公司	Veeva Systems Inc.	1,671,941,000
敏銳品牌公司	Acuity Brands, Inc.	1,671,100,000
核心與主要公司	Core & Main, Inc.	1,671,000,000
洞察企業有限公司	Insight Enterprises, Inc.	1,669,525,000
埃弗吉公司	Evergy, Inc.	1,666,100,000
泳池公司	Pool Corporation	1,660,044,000
地板與裝飾控股公司	Floor & Decor Holdings, Inc.	1,659,048,000
Resideo 科技公司	Resideo Technologies, Inc.	1,658,000,000
泰利福公司	Teleflex Incorporated	1,647,031,000
光與奇蹟公司	Light & Wonder, Inc.	1,646,000,000
亨廷頓英格斯工業公司	Huntington Ingalls Industries, Inc.	1,646,000,000
MSC 工業直接公司	MSC Industrial Direct Company, Inc.	1,642,965,000
SEI投資公司	SEI Investments Company	1,626,079,000
艾迪克斯公司	IDEX Corporation	1,622,800,000
駿利亨德森集團有限公司	Janus Henderson Group plc	1,619,000,000
PTC公司	PTC Inc.	1,616,025,000
豪邁航空航太公司	Howmet Aerospace Inc.	1,614,000,000
拓普建設公司	TopBuild Corp.	1,603,820,000
GMS公司	GMS Inc.	1,599,038,000
DXC科技公司	DXC Technology Company	1,589,000,000
新東方教育科技集團股份有限公司贊助	New Oriental Education & Technology Group, Inc. Sponsored	1,588,322,000
自由全球有限公司	Liberty Global Ltd.	1,584,400,000
安捷倫公司	Allegion plc	1,581,500,000
貿易台有限公司	The Trade Desk, Inc.	1,580,522,000
西部中游合夥人有限合夥人	Western Midstream Partners, LP	1,578,680,000
希悅爾公司	Sealed Air Corporation	1,574,400,000
托羅公司 (The)	Toro Company (The)	1,558,900,000
貓途鷹公司	TripAdvisor, Inc.	1,552,000,000
大地公司	Big Lots, Inc.	1,550,107,000
埃培智集團公司（這）	Interpublic Group of Companies, Inc. (The)	1,549,900,000
H&R 布洛克公司	H&R Block, Inc.	1,548,733,000
倫諾克斯國際公司	Lennox International, Inc.	1,547,800,000
卡萊爾公司	Carlisle Companies Incorporated	1,544,000,000
梅里蒂奇家園公司	Meritage Homes Corporation	1,542,391,000
卡瓦納公司	Carvana Co.	1,541,000,000
環中心公司	RingCentral, Inc.	1,539,014,000
艾仕得塗料系統有限公司	Axalta Coating Systems Ltd.	1,536,600,000
克利夫蘭克里夫斯公司	Cleveland-Cliffs Inc.	1,535,000,000
簡柏特有限公司	Genpact Limited	1,534,231,000
拉什企業公司	Rush Enterprises, Inc.	1,533,260,000
努塔尼克斯公司	Nutanix, Inc.	1,530,281,000
濱特爾公司	Pentair plc.	1,526,200,000
摩德納公司	Moderna, Inc.	1,526,000,000
維里斯克分析公司	Verisk Analytics, Inc.	1,523,500,000
第一現金控股公司	FirstCash Holdings, Inc.	1,521,108,000
Alnylam 製藥公司	Alnylam Pharmaceuticals, Inc.	1,517,886,000
布魯克公司	Bruker Corporation	1,516,800,000
米德爾比公司	The Middleby Corporation	1,512,162,000
戴德梁行	Cushman & Wakefield plc	1,506,500,000
Teladoc 健康公司	Teladoc Health, Inc.	1,505,313,000
羅林斯公司	Rollins, Inc.	1,503,655,000
Zillow 集團公司	Zillow Group, Inc.	1,503,000,000
PagSeguro 數位有限公司	PagSeguro Digital Ltd.	1,499,971,666
西聯匯款公司 (The)	Western Union Company (The)	1,495,200,000
威克斯公司	WEX Inc.	1,492,700,000
斯巴達納什公司	SpartanNash Company	1,485,556,000
羅庫公司	Roku, Inc.	1,482,044,000
華盛頓 Expeditors International, Inc.	Expeditors International of Washington, Inc.	1,477,834,000
A.O.史密斯公司	A.O. Smith Corporation	1,475,600,000
金融科技集團	FinVolution Group	1,472,955,240
林肯電氣控股公司	Lincoln Electric Holdings, Inc.	1,471,704,000
美國鋼鐵公司	United States Steel Corporation	1,468,000,000
托爾工業公司	Thor Industries, Inc.	1,455,090,000
阿特莫斯能源公司	Atmos Energy Corporation	1,453,951,000
統一軟體公司	Unity Software Inc.	1,453,595,000
恩維斯塔控股公司	Envista Holdings Corporation	1,450,500,000
泰瑞達公司	Teradyne, Inc.	1,448,421,000
索諾科產品公司	Sonoco Products Company	1,447,641,000
鐵姆肯公司（The）	Timken Company (The)	1,447,600,000
來福車公司	Lyft, Inc.	1,445,517,000
O-I 玻璃公司	O-I Glass, Inc.	1,443,000,000
航空租賃公司	Air Lease Corporation	1,442,005,000
BrightSpring 健康服務公司	BrightSpring Health Services, Inc.	1,433,794,000
蘭姆韋斯頓控股公司	Lamb Weston Holdings, Inc.	1,432,100,000
Bio-Rad 實驗室有限公司	Bio-Rad Laboratories, Inc.	1,431,346,000
米勒諾爾公司	MillerKnoll, Inc.	1,430,000,000
美國行動通訊公司	United States Cellular Corporation	1,429,000,000
諾信公司	Nordson Corporation	1,425,405,000
艾里遜變速箱控股公司	Allison Transmission Holdings, Inc.	1,425,000,000
藍貓頭鷹資本公司	Blue Owl Capital Inc.	1,421,041,000
品尼高西資本公司	Pinnacle West Capital Corporation	1,420,711,000
UFP 工業公司	UFP Industries, Inc.	1,418,938,000
和弦能源公司	Chord Energy Corporation	1,410,695,000
相干公司	Coherent Corp.	1,409,283,000
卡特公司	Carter's, Inc.	1,395,935,000
西維塔斯資源公司	Civitas Resources, Inc.	1,392,322,000
西姆普萊斯公司	Cimpress plc	1,392,148,000
知識庫首頁	KB Home	1,391,754,000
查爾斯河實驗室國際有限公司	Charles River Laboratories International, Inc.	1,391,744,000
二疊紀資源公司	Permian Resources Corporation	1,390,164,000
右.H.	RH	1,389,019,000
J.B.亨特運輸服務公司	J.B. Hunt Transport Services, Inc.	1,385,107,000
GXO 物流公司	GXO Logistics, Inc.	1,382,000,000
草案國王公司	DraftKings Inc.	1,373,218,000
帕特森公司	Patterson Companies, Inc.	1,372,945,000
蓋茲工業公司	Gates Industrial Corporation plc	1,366,800,000
阿爾克梅斯公司	Alkermes plc	1,365,079,000
SiteOne 景觀供應公司	SiteOne Landscape Supply, Inc.	1,363,500,000
豐捷公司	Vontier Corporation	1,360,200,000
如新企業有限公司	Nu Skin Enterprises, Inc.	1,357,281,000
獅門娛樂公司	Lions Gate Entertainment Corporation	1,348,400,000
騰訊音樂娛樂集團	Tencent Music Entertainment Group	1,347,489,268
Qorvo 公司	Qorvo, Inc.	1,343,546,000
nVent 電氣公司	nVent Electric plc	1,342,100,000
MKS 儀器公司	MKS Instruments, Inc.	1,340,000,000
希捷科技控股有限公司	Seagate Technology Holdings PLC	1,332,000,000
確認控股公司	Affirm Holdings, Inc.	1,330,642,000
鬥牛士資源公司	Matador Resources Company	1,330,531,000
加州資源公司	California Resources Corporation	1,326,000,000
瑞維提公司	Revvity, Inc.	1,322,191,000
EPAM 系統公司	EPAM Systems, Inc.	1,316,531,000
旅遊休閒公司	Travel Leisure Co.	1,314,000,000
大正製藥控股股份有限公司	Taisho Pharmaceutical Holdings Co Ltd	1,312,377,006
科慕公司 (The)	Chemours Company (The)	1,311,000,000
英格爾斯市場公司	Ingles Markets, Incorporated	1,304,136,042
愛瑪客	Aramark	1,301,586,000
福斯公司	Flowserve Corporation	1,297,840,000
樂信金融科技控股有限公司	LexinFintech Holdings Ltd.	1,297,238,236
博伊西卡斯卡德有限責任公司	Boise Cascade, L.L.C.	1,296,467,000
威瑞信公司	VeriSign, Inc.	1,295,800,000
AMC 網路公司	AMC Networks Inc.	1,294,275,000
第一太陽能公司	First Solar, Inc.	1,293,807,000
上行集團有限公司	Upbound Group, Inc.	1,284,464,000
清潔港公司	Clean Harbors, Inc.	1,283,600,000
QuidelOrtho公司	QuidelOrtho Corporation	1,283,400,000
安特格公司	Entegris, Inc.	1,283,128,000
超微計算機公司	Super Micro Computer, Inc.	1,283,012,000
阿特科雷公司	Atkore Inc.	1,281,697,000
阿特斯陽光電力公司	Canadian Solar Inc.	1,279,983,000
自由 TripAdvisor 控股公司	Liberty TripAdvisor Holdings, Inc.	1,279,000,000
UL 解決方案公司	UL Solutions Inc.	1,265,000,000
通用控股公司	Generac Holdings Inc.	1,261,237,000
CVR能源公司	CVR Energy Inc.	1,261,000,000
WillScot Mobile Mini 控股公司	WillScot Mobile Mini Holdings Corp.	1,260,949,000
OGE能源公司	OGE Energy Corp	1,256,000,000
Zscaler 公司	Zscaler, Inc.	1,254,469,000
德希尼普FMC公司	TechnipFMC plc	1,254,400,000
海科公司	Heico Corporation	1,249,261,000
Paycom 軟體公司	Paycom Software, Inc.	1,248,634,000
MongoDB 公司	MongoDB, Inc.	1,247,926,000
卡萊雷斯公司	Caleres, Inc.	1,245,849,000
瓦爾蒙特工業公司	Valmont Industries, Inc.	1,243,091,000
約翰威利父子公司	John Wiley & Sons, Inc.	1,242,478,000
雜貨店控股公司	Grocery Outlet Holding Corp.	1,241,679,000
遊戲驛站公司	GameStop Corporation	1,238,900,000
愛奇藝公司	iQIYI, Inc.	1,237,843,839
墨菲石油公司	Murphy Oil Corporation	1,237,359,000
應用工業技術公司	Applied Industrial Technologies, Inc.	1,233,894,000
奧林公司	Olin Corporation	1,231,600,000
Acushnet 控股公司	Acushnet Holdings Corp.	1,231,307,000
U-Haul控股公司	U-Haul Holding Company	1,230,542,000
派珀桑德勒公司	Piper Sandler Companies	1,227,042,000
凱傑公司	Qiagen N.V.	1,222,924,000
G-III服飾集團有限公司	G-III Apparel Group, LTD.	1,214,324,000
你猜？	Guess?, Inc.	1,211,776,000
聯合愛馬仕有限公司	Federated Hermes, Inc.	1,211,264,000
帕森斯公司	Parsons Corporation	1,206,014,000
費爾艾薩克公司	Fair Isaac Corporation	1,201,404,000
雅寶公司	Albemarle Corporation	1,201,009,000
加州緬因州食品公司	Cal-Maine Foods, Inc.	1,196,457,000
安吉公司	Angi Inc.	1,194,639,000
安控股公司	On Holding AG	1,187,668,080
奧本海默控股公司	Oppenheimer Holdings, Inc.	1,186,627,000
ASGN公司	ASGN Incorporated	1,181,800,000
耶爾普公司	Yelp Inc.	1,180,649,000
藍貓頭鷹資本公司	Blue Owl Capital Corporation	1,178,612,000
富途控股有限公司	Futu Holdings Limited	1,176,626,486
葛拉漢控股公司	Graham Holdings Company	1,175,840,000
全民健康服務公司	Universal Health Services, Inc.	1,175,381,000
豪華公司	Deluxe Corporation	1,174,913,000
紐蒙特公司	Newmont Corporation	1,170,000,000
科帕控股有限公司	Copa Holdings, S.A.	1,169,595,000
英蘇萊特公司	Insulet Corporation	1,168,300,000
布林克斯公司（The）	Brinks Company (The)	1,167,500,000
西南能源公司	Southwestern Energy Company	1,167,000,000
固瑞克公司	Graco Inc.	1,161,021,000
布魯克菲爾德再生能源公司	Brookfield Renewable Corporation	1,159,000,000
C.H.羅賓遜環球公司	C.H. Robinson Worldwide, Inc.	1,157,282,000
太陽石油公司	Sunoco LP	1,157,000,000
Tradeweb 市場公司	Tradeweb Markets Inc.	1,152,869,000
唐納森公司	Donaldson Company, Inc.	1,152,100,000
AMC 娛樂控股公司	AMC Entertainment Holdings, Inc.	1,149,700,000
杜比實驗室	Dolby Laboratories	1,147,178,000
格瑞夫公司	Greif Inc.	1,146,100,000
五下公司	Five Below, Inc.	1,143,078,000
ChampionX公司	ChampionX Corporation	1,139,639,000
全球商旅集團有限公司	Global Business Travel Group, Inc.	1,138,000,000
新堡壘能源公司	New Fortress Energy Inc.	1,136,297,000
西方製藥服務公司	West Pharmaceutical Services, Inc.	1,132,700,000
埃梅內吉爾多·傑尼亞 (Ermenegildo Zegna)	Ermenegildo Zegna N.V.	1,132,490,216
FTI 顧問公司	FTI Consulting, Inc.	1,128,867,000
貸款倉庫公司	loanDepot, Inc.	1,127,488,000
辛克萊公司	Sinclair, Inc.	1,123,000,000
資訊公司	Informatica Inc.	1,119,143,000
天睿公司	Teradata Corporation	1,116,000,000
皮博迪能源公司	Peabody Energy Corporation	1,113,500,000
FactSet 研究系統公司	FactSet Research Systems Inc.	1,112,283,000
赫克控股公司	Herc Holdings Inc.	1,111,000,000
朝聖者的驕傲公司	Pilgrim's Pride Corporation	1,110,237,000
UiPath 公司	UiPath, Inc.	1,109,392,000
亞倫控股公司	Aarons Holdings Company, Inc.	1,108,971,000
國際電話電報公司	ITT Inc.	1,107,300,000
達令配料公司	Darling Ingredients Inc.	1,105,607,000
睡眠號碼公司	Sleep Number Corporation	1,104,469,000
傑尼斯科公司	Genesco Inc.	1,098,820,000
AMN 醫療服務公司	AMN Healthcare Services Inc	1,094,667,000
國際服務公司	Service Corporation International	1,091,807,000
紐約時報公司 (The)	New York Times Company (The)	1,090,976,000
勁量控股公司	Energizer Holdings, Inc.	1,089,400,000
森薩塔科技控股有限公司	Sensata Technologies Holding plc	1,083,037,000
泰格納公司	TEGNA Inc	1,078,837,000
FS KKR 資本公司	FS KKR Capital Corp.	1,072,000,000
遠藤國際有限公司	Endo International plc	1,069,617,000
墨菲美國公司	Murphy USA Inc.	1,067,300,000
柯蒂斯萊特公司	Curtiss-Wright Corporation	1,067,178,000
Kontoor 品牌公司	Kontoor Brands, Inc.	1,064,694,000
先進排水系統公司	Advanced Drainage Systems, Inc.	1,062,331,000
SM能源公司	SM Energy Company	1,060,382,000
聯合能源公司	Alliant Energy Corporation	1,058,000,000
韋斯市場公司	Weis Markets, Inc.	1,053,503,000
佩加系統公司	Pegasystems Inc.	1,052,763,000
大西洋控股公司	Atlanticus Holdings Corporation	1,052,696,000
Sarepta 治療公司	Sarepta Therapeutics, Inc.	1,048,596,000
移動眼全球公司	Mobileye Global Inc.	1,047,000,000
辛普森製造公司	Simpson Manufacturing Company, Inc.	1,043,910,000
Enphase能源公司	Enphase Energy, Inc.	1,041,022,000
康泰倫特公司	Catalent, Inc.	1,040,000,000
中視資訊科技有限公司	ZoomInfo Technologies Inc.	1,039,500,000
晨星公司	Morningstar, Inc.	1,037,900,000
維斯塔戶外公司	Vista Outdoor Inc.	1,030,897,000
三網集團有限公司	TriNet Group, Inc.	1,030,000,000
Wix.com 有限公司	Wix.com Ltd.	1,028,420,000
國家願景控股公司	National Vision Holdings, Inc.	1,027,306,000
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Hello!
A little over a year ago, I left a commercial FP&A SFA role in a F100 multinational corp ($90b) for an FP&A Manager role in a much smaller manufacturing firm ($350m) and am wondering of 14 months is too soon to reenter the job market. For context:

• I was at the F100 for roughly 11 years in an accountant (2 yrs) -> cost accountant (2 yrs) -> BU FA (3 years) -> BU SFA (4 years) focused at first on costing / cost accounting then sales & margin controlling with a commercial focus
• I loved this company but started to feel stuck. I had also recently completed an MBA mid-tier school and wanted to apply what I had learned
• The move into FP&A Manager was to develop leadership & people management skills along with gain experience with functions that I did not previously have exposure to (cashflow, liquidity, etc).

It's been great so far but we're starting to head into an unstable / uncertain period as our corporate parent announced they are reviewing a possible divestiture of our division. We also recently closed our downtown office which has nearly doubled my commute. This, coupled with no chance to move up (I report directly to CFO) along with a baby on the way has me considering my options.
In your view, is it too early to lean into my experience in the last 14 months for a new manager role? I'm a bit unsure wanted some other opinions as a sounding board.

shames, not shakes. It’s damned if I do, damned if I don’t…he bragged that he didn’t take opioids for broken bones as a child, so that means no one in the world needs them unless their bones are poking through their skin. He said he’s never been in pain to where he’s vomited or passed out like I have. But he constantly reminds me that pills are bad for you. I don’t even fucking take them every day, but some people have to and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. Ugh! I’m going to be completely sober when pregnant but want to feed w/ formula so I can have the option to use pills when caring for our new baby. He said it’s my choice to use formula but it’ll be my fault if the baby “becomes screwed up from it”. That kinda hurts because I had formula and it didn’t cause any issues for me. How can I explain to him that I’m not a useless pos for needing medication once in a while?

Hello fellow photography enthusiasts!
I'm quite new to photography and have recently decided to dive deeper into it as a hobby. With a vacation coming up next week, I'm eager to buy a digital camera — specifically those classic point-and-shoot types from the early 2000s. My budget is around 10-12k, and I'm totally open to second-hand options.
I've learned a lot from browsing this subreddit, and many of you recommend checking out Camera Gully near CST for good deals. So, photography gods, could you share any tips or insights on what I should look out for when buying a used camera? I'm not planning to monetize this hobby, I just love the idea of capturing my moments in a very nostalgic, early 2010s style!
Here are a few specific questions:

• What are the key features I should check in a camera to ensure it's in good working condition?
• Are there particular models that you think are great for that vintage feel?
• Any bargaining tips for navigating a place like Camera Gully?
• What are common pitfalls or problems to avoid when purchasing a second-hand camera?

I appreciate all the advice you can provide! Looking forward to capturing some beautiful memories with a little help from you all.
Thank you!

I was walking our dog Charlie when I saw the graveyard for the first time. A little white fence, not even knee high, ran in a circle around maybe a dozen small headstones. There was space for a small gate along the fence but it was empty now, like a missing tooth. Whether the gate was removed or never existed, I couldn’t tell, but the rest of the fence was in good shape. It even looked freshly painted.
“What do you think, Charlie?” I asked, pulling up my hood.
The sky had been threatening rain all week and it was finally making good. The Weimaraner tilted his head at me and then looked off toward nothing. The fact that nothing happened to be in the same direction of the graveyard, well, I figured it was a coincidence. But dogs always know, don’t they? When something is bad and dangerous and hungry and close. Charlie knew, even warned me in his own way. A shame I didn’t notice until after most everybody was…after it was too late to do anything about it.
Nicole was hanging up pictures when we got back from our walk. I started unpacking one of the billion boxes scattered around the living room. It appeared to contain roughly four thousand dish towels and a single chipped coffee mug. Charlie watched us, patiently, filled with the usual, unshakeable belief that if he sat long enough and looked adorable enough, sooner or later, one of his owners would produce a treat. He was correct and it was my wife who folded first, tossing him a dried sweet potato thing which Charlie gratefully caught mid-air.
“Like the neighborhood?” Nicole asked.
“It’s kinda perfect. Lots of folks out and about, saw a few other families moving in, oh, and there’s even a graveyard in the middle of the development. You know, like how we always dreamed.”
Nicole made an “ick” sound but overall seemed happy.
I heard Bryan and Anna thumping around upstairs, most likely still arguing about who got the room with the attached bath. If they hadn’t sorted it out by dinner, I resolved to think up a weird game they could play where the winner got first bedroom dibs. It was still early in the afternoon, so I caught Nicole up on what I’d seen in our new neighborhood while we unpacked. We were far from the only new occupants of Stone Brooke; at least four other houses had SOLD signs driven into their front yards like stakes through freshly vanquished vampires.
The development was less than a year old and I doubted it would make it more than another six months before being filled to the brim. That was fine with me. It meant our property value would keep going up, up, up and away.
“Do you think we’ll make any friends with our neighbors?” Nicole asked, opening a new box to unpack.
“We’ll be having joint ski vacations and holiday parties in no time,” I guessed. “I’ll try to chat some up next time Charlie and I make our rounds. I’ll even knock on some graves, if you’d like.”
Nicole scowled and shook her head. A thousand teasing jokes about the living dead limping up to our house ran through my mind but each evaporated before escaping my mouth. Eight years of marriage had left me with a finely-honed sense of when to be a clown and when not to push it. And, the truth was, I felt a small twinge of discomfort myself whenever I thought about the little cemetery. It was a family plot, old; would the bodies even be embalmed? Or would you find something rotted down to tar and marrow if you dug up one of the plots?
I shivered.
Nicole smiled. “Looks like maybe somebody just walked over your grave.”
“Not possible. I’m not leaving a body behind when I go, remember? Viking funeral? Have my brother launch fire arrows at a gasoline-soaked canoe with me in it. And then scatter the ashes somewhere meaningful,” I added. “Like the Grand Canyon or the ocean or the last Blockbuster on Earth.
Nicole called for Anna and Bryan and we sat down to a family dinner of move-in-day sandwiches and popcorn and whatever other road-trip snacks we still had from the drive. It was a good night. Bryan was distracted by his phone, a new friend or a girl maybe. Anna was joking with Nicole about something…something to do with school. I can’t remember what, exactly. I really wish I could.
That was the last time we all sat down together as a family for dinner.
I woke up in the middle of our first night in the new house. Some outside sound had entered my dreams. What was it? A whispering or a knocking or rasping. No, not rasping–rustling. Like the sound of many things moving at once but moving quietly, carefully, deliberately. I sat up in bed, blinking against the total darkness of the room.
There it was again; the rustling. Faint and far away, I guessed, but it was so eerie that I could hear it at all.
“Hey, Nicole,” I whispered. “Hey, are you awake?”
Nothing in response other than that rustle again in the dark. It sounded like it was coming from somewhere below me. I got up and stumbled through the room without turning on a light. I don’t know why I didn’t wake Nicole up to listen; I wish I had. I guess I didn’t want her to think I was crazy if I was the only one who heard the sound.
The rustling was actually fainter when I finally made it downstairs. There was only a little light in the house spilling in from outside through half-curtained windows. I paused on the second to last step down and listened. The noise was moving away, growing softer and less frequent. By the time I stepped on the living room rug, the night was silent.
I waited, listened for almost a full minute, then started padding back up the stairs. There was something unsettling about the rustling that made me glad it had stopped. I’d watched a Civil War documentary a few years back and they demonstrated how a battlefield surgeon would operate by sawing through a half a pig carcass then sewing up the wound. They’d pushed in real close during the last part of the demo so you got a great look and even a great listen..
The rustling I’d heard outside the house that night reminded me of the sound of the needle and thread slithering through the pig’s flesh as the surgeon closed the cut.
Wind, I thought. Dream. HVAC system. The first signs of a brain tumor. But probably just the wind traveling through the branches of the maple trees that line our street.
There’s a landing at the top of the stairs with a big window that looks out over the front yard. A silver-gray column of moonlight fell in through the glass, giving enough light to make out a shadow standing on my lawn but not enough to see it clearly. It was a man, tall but a little bent. I remember thinking maybe he was hurt so I moved closer to the window for a cleaner look.
The guy was right at the edge of my yard, nearly in the road. He was facing my house but I couldn’t pick out any details about him. Too many clouds and moonshadows for a good look at his face. We both stared at the other for a minute then the stranger turned and began to walk away. Or, ‘walking’ isn’t entirely the right word. He moved like a man who had just learned to walk and he almost, almost had it figured out.
His knees threatened to collide more than once and he was moving with a limp, favoring his right side. I watched him fall over twice, each time dragging his body along the road for a dozen yards or so before shakily standing up and continuing on like a shell-shocked soldier wandering out of a trench. Each time the man got near a streetlight he would veer away from the glow, stumbling back into darkness and always moving toward the treeline that marked the edge of the woods around our neighborhood.
I stood, frozen in the moonlight, as the night visitor slipped into the forest, movements jerking like a puppet with stiff strings. Then the figure was gone and I was left blinking, wondering if I was dreaming or maybe this was what sleepwalking felt like. It didn’t seem real, any of it; not the rustling, not the man in the yard.
Once I was back in our bedroom, I considered waking up Nicole. But what was I going to tell her? Hey dear, sorry to startle you, I think there was a zombie outside our house. Or maybe just a creepy neighbor. Or maybe your husband is just going slowly, gently, completely crazy. Before getting back into bed, I went and lifted the corner of the curtain on the window, peeking out at the last spot in the treeline where I’d seen the weird guy slip away.
I’m not sure what I was expecting; some trail of destruction, maybe, like Godzilla’s wake on his way to Tokyo. But there was nothing, no sign, no proof there was ever anything at all. Just the sleeping neighborhood, tucked away in the middle of silent woods. The trees were slick with the day’s rain but that would all freeze overnight if it hadn’t already. Streetlights stood out like nails driven into the night, these little bright scars in the dark. I followed the line of them from where it ended at the road back to where it started at the center of the house development.
The graveyard sat high on a hill there at the heart of the neighborhood where the lights started. Or ended, I guess.
I tried to put the bizarre experience out of my mind and laid back in bed next to Nicole.
Charlie and I were on another walk first thing the next morning when we saw another moving truck. This time, however, it looked like the family was on their way out. We stood under a tree watching the movers buzzing back and forth, big, quiet men with thick black belts around their stomachs. The departing family was helping, a man and woman with three three little boys. There was something about the way the parents were behaving that made me stop and observe everybody for a little longer than I usually would, especially with Charlie trying to pull on his leash to go after a Canadian goose.
The adults were zipping boxes from the house to the moving van at warpspeed, almost like they had a deadline. At the same time, both the man and the woman looked so exhausted I was surprised they were standing, much less zipping around like hummingbirds that learned how to drink coffee. They eventually noticed me and Charlie standing across the street, so I waved and walked over.
“Howdy neighbors,” I said, unleashing the most cheerful grin I could drag out.
The couple stopped moving boxes. They stood together, between me and their kids, and I got the unexpected but absolutely unshakable idea they were scared of me. Or, at least, awfully interested in me keeping my distance from their children.
I tried to smile even more disarmingly but it probably went in the other direction.
“We just moved in,” I said, pointing down the street. “How are you all liking Stone Brooke?”
The pair shared a look. They were both around my age, maybe mid-30s, and made an interesting pair. The woman was very tall, her face soaking in shadows cast by a gardening hat. The man was short and balding but muscled like a powerlifter. He took a step toward me and I instinctively tensed up.
“You should leave,” the man said, barely above a whisper.
“Okay,” I said, backing up, “I didn’t mean to-”
“No, I don’t mean here,” he said. “I mean this neighborhood. It’s not a good place.”
His–I assumed wife–was looking around the nearby houses while we talked. Something must have spooked her, because she took two steps forward and leaned in.
“Walter, we don’t know him,” she whispered. “He might be-”
“Okay, June,” Walter said, “okay, you’re right, you’re right. Buddy, I’m sorry, we don’t have anything to talk about. We’re out of here, hopefully before dinner.”
The couple turned away and walked back to their kids. Walter hesitated in his driveway, giving me one last glance.
“Listen, I’m sorry, you seem normal enough,” he said, ignoring the glare from his wife. “But you really should get out of Stone Brooke as soon as you can. We’ve only been here a week but there’s already so much…shit, if you are normal, you wouldn’t believe me. And if you’re not, well, we’ll be gone by tonight either way.”
Walter’s wife returned to his side, one delicate hand on his bowling ball of a shoulder trying to steer him away. She must have noticed my absolute confusion; the little bit of her face I could see from under the hat softened.
“If anyone knocks on your door after dark, you shouldn’t answer. Don’t go out after sundown, either. And if anyone you know starts acting…” She looked back at her kids. Two of the three were moving boxes from the house to the truck in a mini-conga line but the third, a little boy, was standing on the porch staring at us. “If anyone you know starts acting strange, just don’t be alone with them or let anyone else be alone with them. Do you understand?”
“Not at all,” I admitted but the pair were already gone, joining their kids next to the U-Haul.
The one boy was still separate from the others, still watching me and Charlie while we stood on the sidewalk at the edge of their yard. Feeling uncomfortable and confused, I gave the kid a friendly wave. He just stared until we left.
I tried to shake off the creepy encounter. Ten minutes of walking in the sunshine had me feeling fine in no time. Charlie and I took a loop around the rest of Stone Brooke then started heading home. I wasn’t planning on walking by the cemetery but that’s the way our route ended up winding. It was even smaller upclose; not the dozen or so gravestones I’d guessed the day before but maybe only seven or eight. The stones themselves were small and weathered. They were carved of something that was white once but had been sun-stained to a dirty gray. I couldn’t make out any names or dates from where I was standing just outside of the short fence. It didn’t feel right stepping into the cemetery to get a better look. I told myself it was respect holding me back from getting any closer.
Well, that and the fact that Charlie was not a fan of the area at all. He began whining as we approached the hill; by the time we were at the fence, Charlie was tugging at his leash, trying to drag me back toward our house down the street. And, weighing in at nearly ninety pounds of muscle and anxiety, he nearly succeeded.
“Easy, Charlie, easy,” I said. “We’re not going near the dead people.” He tilted his head at me. “Okay, we’re not going any nearer than we already are. I just want to look for a second, alright?”
It wasn’t alright. Not by Charlie’s measure. After about two minutes of trying to stand without getting wrapped up like an AT-AT walker by my dog’s leash, I surrendered. I took one last look at the graveyard before I allowed Charlie to lead us away. There were a few trees scattered among the stones. They were bare of leaves, which was normal for the time of year, but they were also stunted and sickly. The trunk of the tree closest to the cemetery gate appeared to be dry-rotted, its bark flakey and brown-orange in spots.
The last thought I spared the cemetery before leaving was that I didn’t like the faint smell I detected. Nothing crazy, it didn’t smell like death or anything dramatic; it was an earthy scent, like a field after a rainstorm but with the hint of something spoiled under all of it.
I let Charlie lead us home, walking quickly but not rushing. Nicole was up unpacking again when we walked in. The kids were still asleep. My wife had on gray sweat pants and my faded Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt. Her hair was tied up in a scarf. I remember thinking how pretty she looked, brown eyes jumping from box-to-box, looking for her next target, and smiling as she worked.
We spent the rest of the day just settling in, checking out the house, unpacking and playing games with the kids. Then we DoorDashed Chinese for an early dinner. I remember it being early enough that the sun was still out when it was delivered and just setting when Nicole took Charlie out for his evening walk.
Charlie returned alone half an hour later, dragging his leash and looking stressed beyond anything I’d ever seen from him.
“Hey, hey, buddy,” I said, opening the door he was scratching at. “Where’s your mom, Charlie?”
I stepped out onto the front porch, expecting to see Nicole running down the street after Charlie gave her the slip. But it was starting to rain and no one was moving anywhere I could see.
“Nicole,” I said loudly. “Hey, Nicoollle.”
She didn’t call back or come jogging down the road. My throat was feeling weird, so I swallowed then yelled her name, much louder this time. I tried to keep any tinge of panic out of my voice.
“Nicole!”
Charlie was sitting on the floor, still on his leash, looking up at me. He was whining so quietly I didn’t notice at first. I pulled my phone from my pocket and called Nicole. It rang for what felt like a few years before going to her voicemail. I tried again with the same result, then yelled out again, and then another call.
I felt it crawling up and over me, that panic, the anxious madness that you feel when a normal day teeters on the beam before falling into an awful damn day. That happened to me once before when I was in college and my uncle died suddenly in a car crash. I remember the phone call, the confusion, the resistance to the growing, unavoidable certainty that your life just changed in a terrible way.
My pulse was up and my stomach was cramped. I took a deep breath and called my wife for the fourth time in about two minutes. Maybe her phone was on silent. Maybe she was still out searching for Charlie?
In the rain? I asked myself.
Sure. She loves Charlie. She would look for him in the rain or a blizzard or a volcanic eruption.
“Okay,” I said out loud, “but after she couldn’t find Charlie, she would call me so we could all look. She would call.”
What if she was hurt?
The thought went off like a molotov in my mind, spreading until it was the only idea I could focus on. I pictured Nicole laying in some ditch or hollow with a broken leg, black sky pouring down on her. She’d call if she could, if that was the scenario, but if she couldn’t reach her phone for some reason, then she’d be counting on me going to find her.
I took Charlie off his leash and hustled upstairs. Bryan was in his room unpacking and Anna was sitting in a window nook reading. She looked up at me when I left the stairs and asked where mom was since she’d heard me calling outside for her. I told both of the kids that their mom was probably meeting some new neighbors and I was just going to pop out for a second to see if she needed anything. Anna was ten and accepted my excuse with a smile before going back to her book. Bryan, however, was thirteen and had a much better ear for lies. He gave me an odd glance but I smiled and promised I’d be back in two shakes.
Two shakes turned into nearly thirty minutes of me scouring Stone Brooke. It wasn’t a big development, maybe fifty or sixty houses spreading out in rings with the old cemetery in the middle. That was where the original farmhouse was when all of the land was owned by one family. I remember the real estate agent telling us that the day we toured the house.
It’s strange the places your mind will go for a distracting memory when your agitation is slouching slowly toward hysteria. I peppered my foot search for Nicole with frequent phone calls, which only resulted in stacking voicemails over voicemails. I scoured all three main streets, hood trickling with rainwater, my flashlight sweeping between houses and under trees. After an hour, I’d checked the neighborhood twice over, all except for the little graveyard. I wasn’t even trying to consciously avoid it but I realized I had.
The waist-high gate was unlocked and swung open when I lifted the latch, which was just starting to go to rust. I got the sense that the cemetery was once well-cared for and only recently had been more or less forgotten. There were a few weeds among the tombstones and a glass vase filled with nearly mummified flowers in front of one grave in particular but there wasn’t any sign of Nicole. The ground was soft from the rain but it was too dark to see much of anything. I did note that the entire hill was messy, more dirt than grass and quickly turning into pure mud.
“I hope none of the coffins float out,” I muttered, drawing my flashlight across the eroded markers.
There were lots of shadows and sunken places on the ground but nothing deep enough to hide a person. I walked home quickly, trying to stay a few steps ahead of the cold fear that kept flashing every imaginable horror that might have happened to my wife through my mind.
If I knew then what I know now about what actually happened to Nicole…the worst, darkest, most vile things I came up with, they weren’t even close.
I made my way home after the graveyard to tell my kids their mom was missing. Just the thought of starting the conversation was filling me with dread and a terrible guilt. They were children; how were they going to process this new, ugly thing? I’d do my best to summarize the situation for them and then I would call the police. That was the plan. Needing to wait twenty-four hours to file a missing persons report is a myth, I knew that. But the sheer surreal misery of the night was blanking my mind on what I would tell everyone.
Nicole went out to walk the dog right around sunset, so about 5pm or 5:30pm. Charlie came back holding his leash at 6:41pm. I remember the exact time because I checked my phone to see if there were any missed calls from Nicole as soon as Charlie appeared.
While I was walking up our driveway, I kept mentally rehearsing how I was going to break the news to the kids. Was there any good way to tell children their mom was missing? Should I inject optimism, sugar-coat, make promises? Or just be frank and completely honest and tell them I didn’t know if…
Not a thought I wanted to finish, even in my own mind, and I opened our front door still undecided how I was going to handle the next part. Then I saw Nicole sitting at the kitchen table playing cards with the kids and I froze. I stood there in the doorway staring until Anna noticed me and told me, look, mom’s home! I managed a limp smile and a nod.
My wife was facing away from me and when she turned in her chair, for an instant, I thought I was looking at a stranger. Then she smiled, really smiled, and it was just Nicole there, the same girl I’d met at a friend’s Halloween party fifteen years ago but now even more lovely. I grinned, still confused but nearly shaking with relief.
“Where were you?” I asked, attempting to sound calmer than I felt. “When Charlie came back, I went looking for you. I was worried that…well, I was worried.”
Nicole took a second to reply. Several seconds, actually. An odd look passed over her face, eyes closing, her jaw tight. Then she snapped out of it, whatever it was, and smiled wider.
“The dog had slipped away to chase a squirrel,” Nicole said. “I’m fine. We’re fine. We’re all fine. We just lost track of time. Sorry to worry you.”
“Okay but you could have called,” I pointed out. “And I called you.”
Another pause before she had an answer.
“I lost my phone chasing the dog,” Nicole finally replied. “And then we got all turned around and mixed up. New neighborhood, you know? Are you hungry?”
In our years together, we’d both gotten good at knowing when the other one was lying. That night, I genuinely could not tell. What she was telling me was plausible if not at all how I expected her to react to Charlie running. For that matter, it was already unusual that our dog would take off after a squirrel. And why would Nicole lie to me about all of it anyway?
But I pressed all of those concerns down into my chest and locked them there. It was a good night, I told myself, an eventful night, a terrifying night for a bit there, but now, everything was okay. We had all sat and played cards, then ate dinner, and then unpacked the last of our boxes before bed.
Nicole kept watching me all throughout the night. I acted like I didn’t notice. She was acting normal enough other than these brief pauses now and again, like she was stopping to think about what she was saying carefully. Her nose also began bleeding, which she stuffed with tissue, blaming the bleed on allergies. My biggest fear that night was she’d had a medical event or something and needed to go to the hospital. A fall turned into a concussion, maybe.
Or, God, a stroke?
Ultimately, Nicole wasn’t showing any signs of an emergency, so I tried to relax.
Still, I found myself watching Nicole for the rest of the night. She caught me looking while she was brushing her teeth. All she did was stop and smile at me. We laid down in bed and I immediately clicked off the light, telling Nicole that I was worn out. After a minute of silence in the dark, I felt my wife’s fingers on my shoulder. She pressed a fingertip to my neck and lightly brushed the space between my jawline and collarbone. It made me shiver; not in a pleasant way.
“Hey, that tickles,” I said, turning away.
Nothing for a moment and then her fingers were pushing against the back of my neck, not hard enough to be painful but not exactly comfortable either.
“What, uh, what are you doing?” I asked.
In response, Nicole kissed my shoulder. Or, it was half a kiss and half almost a bite. She didn’t break the skin but it was awfully close. I slipped away, putting space between us by rolling off of the bed.
“What the Hell?” I snapped.
Nicole didn’t say anything back. There was no light in the room, not even moonlight. In the blackness, I heard my wife shifting in bed.
“Nicole?”
Still nothing from my wife and now she wasn’t moving at all. Seconds stretched out and all I could think to do was stand dully waiting for things to feel normal.
“I just remembered I need to send some emails back to the office,” I told the darkness. “I shouldn’t be too long. I’ll just be downstairs. Are you heading to sleep?” No answer. “Okay, love you, Nicole. Good night.”
I heard her shifting again as I was leaving the bedroom. It was louder than before, a rustling that reminded me of something I couldn’t place. Whatever it was, I wasn’t a fan.
I ended up sleeping on the couch. I had a dream that people were standing outside of our house trying to look in the windows. There was the rustling sound from earlier, like running water or wind through a forest. I woke up to find Nicole standing halfway down the stairs, silhouetted by the light from my open laptop. She froze when I looked at her, stared at me, then softly walked back up the stairs.
There was no more sleep for me that night. I stayed on the couch watching TV with the lights on until dawn.