“You’re gonna kill me for this, but…” is something I’ve become used to hearing in the first sentence of a phone call at 2am. Whether someone was in a pickle (read: needed a chat and KFC gravy) or was too excited to sleep (read: was even gayer than usual), those phone calls became a regular feature of my life.
Lyra McKee was to blame for those phone calls.
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