As I’ve learned the hard way, Mr. Murdoch, you weren’t the worst thing to happen to me or journalism.
I don’t know if I would have done what you did under the same circumstances.
If there's a thread that binds us, I believe it’s hope, reasonable or not, for a kind of saving grace.
Verbs begin to spiral from her mouth and coil outward into the sky.
When I read liberal commenters damning you with faint praise, I see ugly attitudes about women exposed.
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