_It is the kind of news item you read at least a dozen times a year, wonder about briefly, and then promptly forget--but the real story is the one that the reporters are unable to cover!_ I nodded pleasantly and looked around the shabby room with a feeling of hopeful eagerness. Maybe _this_ time, I thought, I'd get the answer. I had the same sensation I always had in these places--the quavery senile despair at being closed in a room with the single shaky chair, tottering bureau, dim bulb hanging from the ceiling, the flaking metal bed.…
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