twolinefiction
Monday, January 17, 2005
 
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Cubicles buzzed with the story, dozens of keyboards hammering out the limited facts, trying to make sense of the thing. Staring down at his unfinished column, Cliff wondered how many others would be forced to produce something, anything based on ten seconds of undeniable videotape and redneck word of mouth.
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