“Did you ever hear of Chappaquiddick?” I asked. It was more of an exclamation than a question — the kind of thing only a self-appointed eighth grade political analyst would utter while throwing away his lunch scraps. Standing in line to dump the remnants of my compartmentalized lunch tray, I blurted out the question, my voice cutting through the cafeteria chatter, as one of my classmates… Source
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