yeah. i heard that on the radio. it doesn’t really seem right, the incredible invasion of privacy.
Tonight when I was working at Applebees my coworker Jenna and I saw a clip of the Michael Jackson memorial service. It was the part when his 11-year-old daughter sobbed into the microphone about how much she loved him. Jenna and I looked at each other—our own eyes filling with tears. “I have to walk away and clean something,” Jenna said as she tried to contain herself. I just stood there. That clip was one of the saddest things I’ve possibly ever seen.
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