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"You closed the Portland plant," she said, not a question.

She proceeded to tear the list in half. Then quarters. Then eighths. She let the pieces flutter to the floor.

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"This," she said to the camera, "is the list of names of the Portland plant workers. I have their addresses, too."

He doesn't need to watch it. He lived it. "You closed the Portland plant," she said, not a question

She held up a single sheet of paper.