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Ah, modern journalism. You rarely, if ever, see intrepid reporters as protagonists any more, and I think it's for a reason.
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(Sunday afternoon, INT: WW and SW's apartment)
WW: I'm sorry I hit you, Jamie.
JH: Seriously, dude, I sat and talked with you for a full hour. I was going to go into business with you to market my board games. You really thought I was a crazy racist?
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WW: Well, you have to admit. The article looks pretty damning.
JH: Yeah, it really does. I don't suppose you have any idea if I can sue them for slander?
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WW: Slander, no. Libel, maybe. Although they covered their butts pretty thoroughly with "police say" and "alleged" every other sentence.
JH: Well, at least I can take some comfort in the fact that they got my last name wrong.
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MH: Yeah, that's pretty sloppy journalism. I'm pretty sure you can get that corrected.
JH: Don't think I'll be doing that, no.
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