Last week I had a disagreement on a matter of principle with a man at work. When I got home, I gave my daughter a blow-by-blow account of the bust-up, expecting her loyal support. Instead she rolled her eyes.
“Poor X,” she said, siding with my adversary.
“Poor X?” I repeated, thunderstruck.
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