Tirico Suave

Patrick Crayton was just giving an interview to the Dallas scribes, saying the right things about his shutdown — literally — corner.
Then a loud curdling scream cut through the media mob.
The man to Crayton’s right, digital recorder in hand, shuddered, blinking his eyes in a manner associated with PTSD.
What was the scream? Where did it [...]

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