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I dedicated years of my life to a story that doesn’t exist. Prior to this,
I’ve tried to make a name for myself by breaking stories, but I’ve usually
failed. I guess I’m just no good at this. Okay, that was an exaggeration. I’ve
exposed the truth on a number of events in my day, but maybe I’ve lost my
edge. Maybe I was blind. I saw nefarious intentions behind the Landis Tipton
Foundation because I figured there had to be one. No one is this nice. No one
is this charitable. Normally, I face obstacles all the time, but there’s
always something to find, and I always find it, even if it’s not as
dramatic or salacious as I thought it would be. Basically, I always have a
piece to write. It’s never won me a Renaldo Award, but it’s kept food on the
table. I can’t believe how much time I wasted, trying to find fault in maybe
the one guy in the world who is exactly what it says on his tin. I’ve given
up, but not entirely. Now I’m focused on the pharmaceutical company that
they’re working with. The deal reeks of something bad, and big pharma isn’t
known for its charity. Why give the cure away for free when you can make bank
on the treatment? No, there’s got to be something there. I may have lost the
house, and the kids, but I’m going to get back on track. I’m going to prove
that I still have what it takes to investigate and report. I focused too much
on Landis, but there are other people involved, and I should have realized
that before. I should have appreciated it. I just need to make some more
connections, and I’ll have my answer. Who needs food anyway? It just slows me
down.
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