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[Diego's sitting in his office at the prosecutor's office, and there is a tight, angry frown on his face. A copy of today's paper is sitting on one side of the table, 12 cups of coffee sit on the other, and he appears to be trying to get some work done.
Mostly, he's tapping his pen on the tabletop. The phone rings several times, but he doesn't answer it.
Finally, he sets the pen down, reaches for a coffee cup.]
The next person who asks me how I'm feeling gets a cup of #87 down the front of their pants.
[A brief, angry sip of coffee, then he slams it back on the table, not splattering even a drop. The phone rings again, and he ignores it once more, instead crumpling up the newspaper and throwing it across the room.]
I miss when journalism was about covering worthy topics.
Mostly, he's tapping his pen on the tabletop. The phone rings several times, but he doesn't answer it.
Finally, he sets the pen down, reaches for a coffee cup.]
The next person who asks me how I'm feeling gets a cup of #87 down the front of their pants.
[A brief, angry sip of coffee, then he slams it back on the table, not splattering even a drop. The phone rings again, and he ignores it once more, instead crumpling up the newspaper and throwing it across the room.]
I miss when journalism was about covering worthy topics.