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The Twitter post sat under my profile photo for almost two days.
"Bummed about Sydney Pollack."
It was pithy, but it was all I could muster at 2:30 in the morning. Sydney was dead. I had woken up in the middle of the night and rolled a drowsy finger over the laptop's touchpad to light up the screen. The news feeds, usually dormant on Sunday nights, served up the reports.