Imagine: You are a journalist.
You are seasoned. You've covered crime scenes, gone undercover to places you shouldn't, met presidents and a lot of weird shit in between. You are still haunted by the charred baby you saw carried out of a house fire. You still laugh about the strippers you met in Memphis while gathering information For a story.
You leave t…
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