An essay about Best Picture nominee Spotlight, the worst kind of tears, and never going home again.
This thing was so very, very bad. And only the worst, most despairing kind of cry could answer it. We cried not because this information was new to us, but because if we ever stop crying about it, about what happened to so many, about what is still happening, that would be the very worst thing of all.
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