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  • Remembering Eurydice

    Remembering Eurydice

    I knew Eurydice Dixon only a little, but she genuinely made a big and bold impression on me. She was intelligent, uniquely funny, and so thoroughly decent. Eurydice was raped and murdered earlier this week on her way home from a comedy gig. She had spent the evening making people laugh and think, and then…

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